When the last trembling star of all is set,
Rises the lovely Lady of the Dawn
From an abyss of deep but spangled jet,
Shrouded in misty draperies of lawn.
Sunbeams and moonbeams, you will find them there,
Mingling a world of dreams in her dear eyes:
And all the streaming splendour of her hair
Flares like a banner 'gainst the shadow'd skies.
My Lady Dawn, from moon-bathed lands of Night,
Comes as a fair ambassador to Day,
Treading a pathway of translucent light
To Morning's portals looming dim and grey.
Soon, ah, so soon, your mission will be done
See the mists curtaining the east are drawn --
At the triumphal coming of the Sun
Earth bids farewell -- to you, sweet Lady Dawn.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 15 January 1927
Author: Nothing is known about the author of this poem.
Author reference site: Austlit
Rises the lovely Lady of the Dawn
From an abyss of deep but spangled jet,
Shrouded in misty draperies of lawn.
Sunbeams and moonbeams, you will find them there,
Mingling a world of dreams in her dear eyes:
And all the streaming splendour of her hair
Flares like a banner 'gainst the shadow'd skies.
My Lady Dawn, from moon-bathed lands of Night,
Comes as a fair ambassador to Day,
Treading a pathway of translucent light
To Morning's portals looming dim and grey.
Soon, ah, so soon, your mission will be done
See the mists curtaining the east are drawn --
At the triumphal coming of the Sun
Earth bids farewell -- to you, sweet Lady Dawn.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 15 January 1927
Author: Nothing is known about the author of this poem.
Author reference site: Austlit
