AT THE DAWN
A Drama of the Trenches.
Orion raised his red right hand
As marshalling the starry host:
Below I took my lonely stand,
Somewhere anigh the Lonely Post.
As marshalling the starry host:
Below I took my lonely stand,
Somewhere anigh the Lonely Post.
Orion wheels adown the sky;
A broken moon to Westward wends,
While I cast up a wistful eye,
Counting the stars among my friends;
A broken moon to Westward wends,
While I cast up a wistful eye,
Counting the stars among my friends;
Counting each burning bead that hung
Suspend in that great rosary
Which makes, unto the Might that flung,
An Orison continually.
Suspend in that great rosary
Which makes, unto the Might that flung,
An Orison continually.
And then the broken moon went out,
And one by one went out the stars,
And, welcome as a friendly shout,
Dawn broke from out her prison bars.
And one by one went out the stars,
And, welcome as a friendly shout,
Dawn broke from out her prison bars.
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