The Poetry Corner

Dawn.

By Madison Julius Cawein

I. Mist on the mountain height Silvery creeping; Incarnate beads of light Bloom-cradled sleeping, Dripped from the brow of Night. II. Shadows, and winds that rise Over the mountain; Stars in the spar that lies Cold in the fountain, Pale as the quickened skies. III. Sheep in the wattled folds Dreamily bleating, Dim on the thistled wolds, Where, glad with meeting, Morn the thin Night enfolds. IV. Sleep on the moaning sea Hushing his trouble; Rest on the cares that be Hued in Life's bubble, Calm on the woes of me.... V. Mist from the mountain height Hurriedly fleeting; Star in the locks of Night Throbbing and beating, Thrilled with the coming light. VI. Flocks on the musky strips; Pearl in the fountain; Winds from the forest's lips; Red on the mountain; Dawn from the Orient trips.