Oscar Wilde

Here you will find the Poem Le Reveillon of poet Oscar Wilde

Le Reveillon

THE sky is laced with fitful red,
 The circling mists and shadows flee,
 The dawn is rising from the sea,
 Like a white lady from her bed.

 And jagged brazen arrows fall
 Athwart the feathers of the night,
 And a long wave of yellow light
 Breaks silently on tower and hall,

 And spreading wide across the wold
 Wakes into flight some fluttering bird,
 And all the chestnut tops are stirred,
 And all the branches streaked with gold.