Show J The Dawn Child S B By John Jolin Still While in a n wilderness of woods I lay My ry counterpane of stars was drawn a 8 away And there upon the breast oC or draws drowsy earth I watched the tresses of old Night turn gra gray I The he ea eastern hills were rimmed with with saffron light And on their ridge in burning robes lObes bedight The Dawn child with his rounded rosy checks cheek Blew on the embers in ho the camp of Night Down in the valley nUey of the sleeping lake Inke Below the mist 1 heard hoard a heron wake Tho Tue startled challenge of a n stag Belled Belied from the tho dripping drippin tangle of the brake Then all tho the jungle cocks codes awoke and crew cre While still thu the Dawn-child Dawn at his fire camp-fire blew Until the huddled monkeys 5 on the boughs s Hooted and antl shook upon me showers of f dew Night Kight moved away before triumphant morn Decked in the gold his dying sire ha had worn But still the deeper secrets of the tho wood Were clothed in shadows from her mantle torn The Dawn childs footsteps on the sky give birth To roses where they pressed and from the earth Sprang dewy dew scents as blossoms their eyes And steam from fires camp and a n son song of ot mirth I From om Poems in Captivity John Lane Co Cod |