POETRY.
DAWN SONG.
LOW-LIDDED dawn now trembles on the hills, And lifts her maiden eyes above the way, The winding way, The climbing way, The way that winds and climbs athwart the hills; Lifts serene eyes, Clear silent eyes, Upon the winding silent way that fills With serene light athwart the silent hills; Cold maiden dawn, Pale maiden dawn, Touching the cold pale ribboned winding way; Pale winding way, Cold winding way, Beneath the pale cold maiden eyes of dawn.
' Ali! maiden dawn, Ah! climbing way, Pale dawn, white way athwart the whitening hills, Stay, ever stay, Stay, ever stay, and take no heed of day, No heed of day, of brazen blinding day.
Wind, climbing way, Climb, wind alway, Beneath the pale cold silent maiden dawn, White way beneath the dawn.
A. R. GIDNSY.
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