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Attributes

    By Madison Julius Cawein



    I Saw the daughters of the Dawn come dancing o'er the hills;
    The winds of Morn danced with them, oh, and all the sylphs of air:
    I saw their ribboned roses blow, their gowns, of daffodils,
    As over eyes of sapphire tossed the wild gold of their hair.

    I saw the summer of their feet imprint the earth with dew,
    And all the wildflowers open eyes in joy and wonderment:
    I saw the sunlight of their hands waved at each bird that flew,
    And all the birds, as with one voice, to their wild love gave vent.

    "And, oh I" I said, "how fair you are I how fair! how very fair!
    Oh, leap, my heart; and laugh, my heart! as laughs and leaps the Dawn!
    Mount with the lark and sing with him and cast away your care!
    For love and life are come again and night and sorrow gone!"

    I saw the acolytes of Eve, the mystic sons of Night,
    Come pacing through the ancient wood in hoods of hodden-grey;
    Their sombre cloaks were pinned with stars, and each one bore a light,
    A moony lanthorn, and a staff to help him on his way.

    I heard their mantles rustle by, their sandals' whispering, sweep,
    And saw the wildflowers bow their heads and close their lovely eyes:
    I saw their shadows pass and pass, and with them Dreams and Sleep,
    Like children with their father, went, in dim and ghostly guise.

    "And, oh!" I said, "how sad you are! how sad! how wondrous sad!
    Oh, hush, my heart! be still, my heart! and, like the dark, be dumb!
    Be as the wild-rose there that dreams the perfect hour it had,
    And cares not if the day be past and death and darkness come."



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