BEFORE SUNRISE.
This grassy gorge, as daylight failed last night,
I traversed toward the west, where, thin and young;
Bent like Diana's bow and silver bright,
Half lost in rosy haze, a crescent hung.
I traversed toward the west, where, thin and young;
Bent like Diana's bow and silver bright,
Half lost in rosy haze, a crescent hung.
I paused upon the beach's upper edge:
The violet east all shadowy lay behind;
Southward the light-house glittered o'er the ledge,
And lightly, softly blew the western wind.
The violet east all shadowy lay behind;
Southward the light-house glittered o'er the ledge,
And lightly, softly blew the western wind.
And at my feet, between the turf and stone,
Wild roses, bayberry, purple thistles tall,
And pink herb-robert grew, where shells were strown,
And morning-glory vines climbed over all.
Wild roses, bayberry, purple thistles tall,
And pink herb-robert grew, where shells were strown,
And morning-glory vines climbed over all.
I stooped the closely folded buds to note,
That gleamed in the dim light mysteriously,
While full of whispers of the far off rote,
Summer's enchanted dusk crept o'er the sea.
That gleamed in the dim light mysteriously,
While full of whispers of the far off rote,
Summer's enchanted dusk crept o'er the sea.
