CVI. DAWN ANGELS.
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CVI. DAWN ANGELS.
A. Mary F. Robinson.—1856-
All night I watch'd, awake, for morning: At last the East grew all aflame, The birds for welcome sang, or warning, And with their singing morning came.
Along the gold-green heavens drifted Pale wandering souls that shun the light, Whose cloudy pinions, torn and rifted, Had beat the bars of Heaven all night.
These cluster'd round the Moon; but higher A troop of shining spirits went, Who were not made of wind or fire, But some divine dream-element.
Some held the Light, while those remaining Shook out their harvest-color'd wings, A faint unusual music raining (Whose sound was Light) on earthly things.
They sang, and as a mighty river Their voices wash'd the night away: From East to West ran one white shiver, And waxen strong their song was Day.