Classic Poem

Now in the East pale sleeping fairies weave
From dreams the wan grey gossameer of dawn.
And lay it on your hair, so fair, so fair,
You sleep — and yet the shadowy dancers leave.

The swaying phantoms one by one are gone.
The deathless music fades in breathless air.
Come, all the earth is singing to the sky
Touch with your eyes the tapers of the world.

Day rises from the arms of night — star spun.
White roses lift against your balcony, strange flower-fire.
The lark with song unfurl'd soars up,
To beat his wings against the sun.