Sunrise: [By the Sea]

A WANING of the golden lamps
In heaven’s eternal dome,
A glimmer on the dusky sands
(Ghost-like creeps up the foam);

A blended hue above the waves, —
The lily and the rose, —
A fleecy cloud of dappled bloom,
Like that the pansy shows;

A tinge the morning-glory wears,
With pearly dew-drops wet;
A blush as of the columbine,
A tint of violet;

And ever in the brightening sky,
Some changing splendor born,
Till leaf by leaf, a perfect flower,
Unfolds the bud of morn.