I saw from Tamalpais die morning star <br />Herald the morning thro' her gates of gold <br />(Tho' yet the night reigned absolute and old, <br />And day seemed past recall, or most afar) ; <br />Whereat the hosts of light that cinctured are <br />In evanescent roses, and that hold <br />The vanguard of the dawn, uprising, rolled <br />To sea the twilight's grey, enormous bar. <br /> <br />Sons of the dawn! you whose exalted light <br />Foreruns the day, from an inviolate height <br />Your voices fall; for, set above your kind, <br />You see the morrow when the world gropes blind <br />In ancient darkness—ere the East is white, <br />And the new mornings strike from mind to mind.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poets-9/
