Impression - Le Reveillon

The sky is laced with fitful red,

The circling mists and shadows flee,

The dawn is rising from the sea,

Like a white lady from her bed.

And jagged brazen arrows

Athwart the feathers of the night,

And a long wave of yellow

Breaks silently on tower and hall,

And spreading wide across the

Wakes into flight some fluttering bird,

And all the chestnut tops are stirred,

And all the branches streaked with gold.