Classic Poem

Whiteness of faintly roseate milk. A line
of azure blanches imperceptibly
the grey of the horizon. The sea seems
an inundation of the sap of lilies.

Mantling the serene and candid clouds
a timid blush extends its radiance,
and on the celestial carmine blooms
the iris of a morning star. Whitely
a hut looms amid the verdurous gloom;
a fringe of foam glitters on the sands,
splendour of golden yellow brightens and spreads,
light triumphant breaks free from its chains
and blazes forth in crimson. It is the dayspring.