THE sky is laced with fitful red,
The circling mists and shadows flee,
The dawn is rising from the sea,
Like a white lady from her bed.
And jagged brazen arrows fall
Athwart the feathers of the night,
And a long wave of yellow light
Breaks silently on tower and hall,
And spreading wide across the wold
Wakes into flight some fluttering bird,
And all the chestnut tops are stirred,
And all the branches streaked with gold.
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Comments2Just read "Le Reveillon" for an English assignment and wow, it's not bad. Like, it actually made me imagine the whole sunrise scene, which is cool. Love how the words sounded like music in my mind and painted a beautiful picture. Poetry's not usually my thing, but I can see why some people get into it. I assure you, if I'd known about this poem during a camping trip I did last summer, it would've been perfect to recite around the campfire as the sun rose. 📚🌅🔥📖 Definitely gonna share this with my squad on our next bonding sesh. 👯♀️👯♂️🍁🔥👌
Trying to understand this piece for class. Have to say, the dawn described as a white lady waking from her bed was a cool image! Got to love the gold streaked branches too. Poetry isn't my first choice for reading, but this gives me some unique visual elements to think about.