Through the still air of
Suddenly comes, alone and shrill,
Like the far-off voice of the distant light,
The single piping
Of a bird that has caught the scent of the dawn,
And knows that the night is over ;(She has poured her dews on the velvet
And drenched the long grass and the clover),
And now with her naked white
She is silently passing away,
Out of the garden and into the street,
Over the long yellow fields of the wheat,
Till she melts in the arms of the day.
And from the great gates of the East,
With a clang and a brazen blare,
Forth from the rosy wine and the
Comes the god with the flame-flaked hair ;
The hoofs of his horses
On the golden stones, and the
Of his chariot burn and sing,
And the earth beneath him reels;
And forth with a rush and a
His myriad angels run,
And the world is awake with a shout," He is coming !
The sun !
The sun ! "Taken from the New Adelphi Library edition of 'Selected Poems' by Lord Arthur Douglas Published by Martin Secker
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