Sunrise By Anonymous

I watch the glory that brings in the day
From college towers that look across the glen,
The eastern heaven spread out to my ken:
The trees below, bright-tipped with morning’s ray;

The sky above with livid colors gay,
Now filled with flaming clouds, with banks fire
Heaped to the zenith, now in dull attire—
One glowing hand helow the heaven’s gray—
And now a quiet sea with tint of green,
And flakes of rosy and of sapphire lights,
And now a hand of purple, dark and deep,
In lighter skies, and edged with silver sheen;
Now all one flush of color: wondrous sights
By angels hrought us from the land of sleep.

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