A faint wine border tints the sky Above the mist-enshrouded hills, And some wild bird's stark, instant cry Awakes a thousand notes and trills. With flare of color, bursts of song The pageant of the dawn begins; Light routs the ghostly shadow-throng Then onward whirls and twirls and spins. Amid this gleam of flame and gold, And vibrant sounds that echo far, Day's trumpets shrill out high and bold And shatter every laggard star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL KEATS TO FANNY BRAWNE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ONE AT PLAY IN THE FIELDS OF by KAREN SWENSON EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN |