dawn - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

All morning high up on the eaves Above your window A dove kept cooing
Like shirtsleeves The boughs seemed frayed
It drizzled
Clouds came low to raid The dusty marketplace

The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of Spring teem on every side
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing thrushes the green boughs droop

Awake,
O Krishna awake, the night has gone arise, no longer laze breathe the pure air of early morn; the cowherd-lads come and gaze at you,and seeing you asleep, depart as swarms of bumblebees fly from the lotus clusters
O darling boy, d...

What do you think I saw to-day when I arose at dawn
Blue Wrens and Yellow-tails dancing on the lawn
Bobbing here, and bowing there, gossiping away,
And how I wished that you were there to see the merry play

Careless seems the great Avenger;
History’s lessons but
One death-grapple in the darkness“Twixt old systems and the Word;
Truth forever on the scaffold,

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you
Don't go back to sleep
You must ask for what you really want
Don't go back to sleep

Dawn talks to Day Over dew-gleaming flowers, Night flies away Till the resting of hours: Fresh are thy feet And with dreams thine eyes glistening, Thy still lips are sweet Though the world is a-listening
O Love, set a word in my mouth for our...

The Dawn
The Dawn
The crimson-tinted, comes Out of the low still skies, over the hills,
Manhattan's roofs and spires and cheerless domes

My sleeping children are still flying dreams in their goose-down heads
The lush of the river singing morning songs Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white
The grey-green pike lances upstream Kale, like mermaid's hair points the water's ...

Dawn in New York hasfour columns of mireand a hurricane of black pigeonssplashing in the putrid waters
Dawn in New York groanson enormous fire escapessearching between the anglesfor spikenards of drafted anguish
Dawn arrives and no one r...

If he could know my songs are all for him,
At silver dawn or in the evening glow,
Would he not smile and think it but a whim,
If he could know

Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat
Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar
We have been here for ever:  even yet A dim watch tells two hours, two aeons, more
The windows are tight-shut and slimy-wet With a night's foetor