THE STARS are pale.
Old is the Night, his case is grievous,
His strength doth fail.
Through stilly hours
The dews have draped with love-s old lavishness
The drowsy flowers.
And Night shall die.
Already, lo! the Morn-s first ecstasies
Across the sky.
An evil time is done.
Again, as some one lost in a quaint parable,
Comes up the Sun.
The Break Of Day
John Shaw Neilson
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Poem topics: evil, lost, sky, strength, sun, time, love, night, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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