Morning on the Beach

SEE, the night is beginning to fail,
The stars have lost half of their glow,
As though all the flowers in a garden did pale
When a rose is beginning to blow.

And the breezes that herald the dawn,
Blown round from the caverns of day,
Lift the film of dark from the heaven's bare lawn,
Cool and sweet as they come up this way.

And this mighty green bough of the lake,
Rocks cool where the morning hath smiled ;
While this dim misty dome of the world, scarce awake,
Blushes rose like the cheek of a child.