I watch the glory that brings in the day From college towers that look across the glen, The eastern heaven spread out to my ken: The trees below, bright-tipped with morning's ray; The sky above, with livid colors gay, Now filled with flaming clouds, with banks of fire Heaped to the zenith, now in dull attire -- One glowing band below the heaven's gray -- And now a quiet sea with tint of green, And flakes of rosy and of sapphire lights, And now a band of purple, dark and deep, In lighter skies, and edged with silver sheen; Now all one flush of color: wondrous sights By angels brought us from the land of sleep. |