Poem by Henry David Thoreau

The Aurora of Guido

   A FRAGMENT

The god of day his car rolls up the slopes,
  Reining his prancing steeds with steady hand;
The lingering moon through western shadows gropes,
  While Morning sheds its light o’er sea and land.

Castles and cities by the sounding main
  Resound with all the busy din of life;
The fisherman unfurls his sails again;
  And the recruited warrior bides the strife.

The early breeze ruffles the poplar leaves;
  The curling waves reflect the unseen light;
The slumbering sea with the day’s impulse heaves,
  While o’er the western hill retires the drowsy night.

The seabirds dip their bills in Ocean’s foam,
  Far circling out over the frothy waves,--

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