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Charles Heavysege (Чарльз Хевиседж)


The Coming of Morn


See how the Morn awakes. Along the sky
Proceeds she with her pale, increasing light,
And, from the depths of the dim canopy,
Drives out the shadows of departing night.
Lo, the clouds break, and gradually more wide
Morn openeth her bright, rejoicing gates;
And ever, as the orient valves divide,
A costlier aspect on their breadth awaits.

Lo, the clouds break, and in each opened schism
The coming Phoebus lays huge beams of gold,
And roseate fire and glories that the prism
Would vainly strive before us to unfold;
And, while I gaze, from out the bright abysm
A flaming disc is to the horizon rolled.



Charles Heavysege's other poems:
  1. The Fallen Angels
  2. The Dead
  3. Clouds
  4. The Stream
  5. Secrets Of The Heart


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