Dawn-Angels
All night I watched awake for morning,
At last the East grew all a-flame,
The birds for welcome sang, or warning.
And with their singing morning came.
Along the gold-green heavens drifted
Pale wandering souls that shun the light,
Whose cloudy pinions torn and rifted,
Had beat the bars of Heaven all night.
These clustered round the moon, but higher
A troop of shining spirits went.
Who were not made of wind or fire.
But some divine dream-element.
Some held the Light, while those remaining
Shook out their harvest-coloured wings
A faint unusual music raining
(Whose sound was Light) on earthly things.
They sang, and as a mighty river
Their voices washed the night away.
From East to West ran one white shiver.
And waxen strong their song was Day.
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