Classic Poem

When over the edge of night
The stars pale one by one,
And out of his streams of light
Rising, the great red sun

Lifteth his splendors up
Over the hush of the world,
And draining night's ebon cup,
Leaveth some stars impearled.

Still on its crystal rim,
Fading like bubbles away,
As out of their cloud-meadows dim,
The dawn winds blow in this way:

Then bathed in cool dewy wells,
Old longings of life renew,
Till here in these morning dells
The dreamings of earth come true:

As up each sun-jewelled slope,
Over the night-hallowed land,
Wonder and Beauty and Hope
Walk silently hand in hand.