“ How often would I rise before the sun, And from the mast behold The gradual splendors of the sky unfold Ere the first line of disk had yet begun, Above the horizon's are, To show its flaming gold, Across the purple dark! ”
“ How often would I rise before the sun, And from the mast behold The gradual splendors of the sky unfold Ere the first line of disk had yet begun, Above the horizon's are, To show its flaming gold, Across the purple dark! ”
