A SUDDEN trembling through the star's repose, A thrill of light pulsing at Night's dark breast, Till Dawn's dim promise is made manifest— Pale, like the leaves around a folded rose. All the wan stars swarm back and melt as those Low, pallid lights rise seething, unsuppressed, Stirred like the white foam on a green wave's crest, Till all the sky is like a budding rose. But the red bar of light that throbs and glows Breaks of a sudden, and the cloud-flakes start, Curling with their faint, pink-flushed rims apart, Like the dropped petals of a full-blown rose, Till the sun springs up where the skies unclose Like the gold centre of the rose's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN ECHO by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A VISION OF THE VOICE OF YAHVEH by AMOS A SUPPLICATION FOR LOVE, HYMN 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: A GHOST STORY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE DEUK'S DANG O'ER MY DADDIE by ROBERT BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE GOLDEN WEDDING by EDWARD CARPENTER THE ONE OBLIGATION by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY |