NOW the stars have faded <br />In the purple chill, <br />Lo, the sun is kindling <br />On the eastern hill. <br />Tree by tree the forest <br />Takes the golden tinge, <br />As the shafts of glory <br />Pierce the summit's fringe. <br />Rock by rock the ledges <br />Take the rosy sheen, <br />As the tide of splendor <br />Floods the dark ravine. <br />Like a shining angel <br />At my cabin door, <br />Shod with hope and silence, <br />Day is come once more. <br />Then, as if in sorrow <br />That you are not here, <br />All his magic beauties <br />Gray and disappear.<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-sunrise/
