THE gray dawn on the mountain top <br />Is slow to pass away. <br />Still lays him by in sluggish dreams, <br />The golden God of day. <br />And then a light along the hills, <br />Your laughter silvery gay; <br />The Sun God wakes, a bluebird trills, <br />You come and it is day.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-15/
