Among the sunken gravestones in the shade

Of those black-lichened rocks, that wall around

The family burying-ground with cedars crowned;

Where bristling teasel and the brier combine

With clambering wood-rose and the wild-grape vine

To hide the stone whereon his name and dates

Neglect, with mossy hand, obliterates.

Anthem of Dawn 

Anthem 

of Dawn

I

Then up the orient heights to the zenith, that balanced the crescent,—

Up and far up and over,—the heaven grew erubescent,

Vibrant with rose and with ruby from the hands of the harpist Dawn,

Smiting symphonic fire on the firmament's barbiton:

And the East was a priest who adored with offerings of gold and of gems,

And a wonderful carpet unrolled for the inaccessible hems

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Of the glistening robes of her limbs; that, lily and amethyst,

Swept glorying on and on through temples of cloud and mist.

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