Classic Poem

A Flake at a time the dawn drifts down

A flake at a time the dawn drifts down,
Filling the world with light;
Heart of my heart, in dreams of thee
I smiled away the night.

And now 'tis morn, the garish sun
Doth flaunt his lurid beams;
Speed day, speed light; come quickly, night,
Bringing again my dreams.English