John Shaw Neilson

Here you will find the Poem The Break of Day of poet John Shaw Neilson

The Break of Day

THE STARS are pale. 
 Old is the Night, his case is grievous, 
 His strength doth fail. 
 Through stilly hours 
The dews have draped with love?s old lavishness 
 The drowsy flowers. 
 And Night shall die. 
Already, lo! the Morn?s first ecstasies 
 Across the sky. 
 An evil time is done. 
Again, as some one lost in a quaint parable, 
 Comes up the Sun.