THE gray dawn on the mountain top Is slow to pass away. Still lays him by in sluggish dreams, The golden God of day. And then a light along the hills, Your laughter silvery gay; The Sun God wakes, a bluebird trills, You come and it is day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORK by ALEKSANDR SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN THE SOLITARY REAPER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH STANZAS COMPOSED AT CARNAC by MATTHEW ARNOLD LILIES: 18. A PICTURE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) VERSES TO -- --, ON THE FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR MARRIAGE by BERNARD BARTON AT FAREWELL by GEORGE W. BERGQUIST |