Between Dawn and Sunrise.



Were silver pink, and had a soul,
 Which soul were shy, which shyness might
A visible influence be, and roll
 Through heaven and earth -- 'twere thou, O light!

O rhapsody of the wraith of red,
 O blush but yet in prophecy,
O sun-hint that hath overspread
 Sky, marsh, my soul, and yonder sail.