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Sunrise

Translation of Nathan Haskell Dole

THE EAST grew white—fast flew the shallop;

The joyous sails were full distended;

And like a heaven beneath us stretching,

The sea with misty light was blended.

The East grew red—the maiden worshipt,

Her veil from off her locks untying.

Heaven seemed to glow upon her features,

As on her lips the prayer was sighing.

The East grew fire—in adoration

She knelt, her beauteous head inclining.

And on her young cheeks, fresh and blooming,

The tear-drops stood like jewels shining.