I stand in the dim, fragrant dawning And gaze o'er the rim of the world, Where in gold and purple and crimson, Dawn's wonderful flag is unfurled. Its radiant beauty is shining O'er the slumbering folk of the earth, As it welcomes, mid shimmering glory, A new, infant day at its birth. Now, swiftly, invisible fingers Its magical colors have furled; And only the herald of morning Looks down on the slumbering world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOME VERSES UPON THE BURNING OF OUR HOUSE JULY 10, 1666 by ANNE BRADSTREET ELOISA TO ABELARD by ALEXANDER POPE EPITAPH FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALEXANDER POPE A PLEA FOR FLOOD IRESON by CHARLES TIMOTHY BROOKS THE POETESS'S HASTY RESOLUTION by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH |