Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
Guido’s Aurora
By Thomas William Parsons (1819–1892)F
Whitening the Orient steep, the Concubine
Of old Tithonus comes, her lucent brow
Glistening with gems, her fair hands filled with flowers,
That drop their violet odors on the brine,
While from her girdle pours a wealth of pearls
Round ocean’s rocks and every vessel’s prow
That cuts the laughing billow’s crested curls.
Behind her step the busy, sober Hours,
With much to do;—and they must move apace:
Wake up, Apollo! should the women stir,
And thou be lagging? Brighten up thy face!
(Those eyes of Phaëthon more brilliant were)
Hurry, dull God! Hyperion, to thy race!
Thy steeds are galloping, but thou seem’st slow:
Hesper, glad wretch, hath newly fed his torch,
And flies before thee, and the world cries, Go!
Light the dark woods, the dew-drenched mountain scorch!
Phœbus, Aurora calls, why linger so?