Go, false dawn, that cometh as a child <br />With yellow curls! <br />Hast never known the wild <br />Unhallowed cry of night! <br />Go hence! <br />I did not wish for pearls <br />Of dimpled innocence <br />Upon this floor. <br />Go! They blinding light <br />But leaves the darkness deeper than before. <br /> <br />Go, false dawn, that cometh as a bride <br />In virgin white <br />And brimming eyes so wide <br />With trust, and void of fears! <br />Depart! <br />Thou hast not known the night! <br />Repose thy willing heart <br />At whiter stairs. <br />Go! Before thy tears <br />Bestain they veil, and deepen these my cares. <br /> <br />Come, true dawn, that creepeth from the foul <br />Unclean abyss <br />With weary arms! The cowl <br />Is as the cowl of night. <br />Art here! <br />I feel thy tired kiss. <br />And feel each falling tear <br />Upon these sands. <br />Come! Thy glimmered light <br />Shall guide my eyes, and guide my trembling <br />hands.<br /><br />Leon Gellert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-true-dawn/
