Majestic Dawn

Consider thy purpose, oh Majestic Dawn,
In grand recluse thy spirit doth shone,
To whisper spells in sacred song,
That halts dark Night from living on.

A covenant of passion, each brilliant ray,
Of which thy doubtless heart shall stay,
On bitter chase of looming grey,
That swallows Dawn to bring forth Day.

Each dew drop left in thy fragrant wane,
An Angel's suffrage of grave disdain,
To Mankind's own inveterate pain,
That thought of purpose need be lain.