Here you will find the Poem Dawns of the world, how I have known you all... of poet Christopher John Brennan
Dawns of the world, how I have known you all, so many, and so varied, and the same! dawns o'er the timid plains, or in the folds of the arm'd hills, or by the unsleeping shore; a chill touch on the chill flesh of the dark that, shuddering, shrinks from its couch, and leaves a homeless light, staring, disconsolate, on the drear world it knows too well, the world it fled and finds again, its wistful hope unmet by any miracle of night, that mocks it rather, with its shreds that hang about the woods and huddled bulks of gloom that crouch, malicious, in the broken combes, witness to foulnesses else unreveal'd that visit earth and violate her dreams in the lone hours when only evil wakes.
