Dawn.

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.