William Motherwell,
The Poetical Works of William Motherwell…
(1849)
“ Look how the morning's eager kisses wake The clouds that guard the Orient, blushing red— Behold heaven's phantom-chasing Sovereign shake The golden honours of his graceful head Above that earth his day-dawn saw so fair!— Now damsels lithe trip lightsomely away, To bathe their clustered brows and bosoms bare In virgin dews of budding, balmy May! ”
