Madison Cawein - Morning and Night lyrics

From "The Triumph of Music" ... Fresh from bathing in orient fountains, In wells of rock water and snow, Comes the Dawn with her pearl-brimming fingers O'er the thyme and the pines of yon mountain; Where she steps young blossoms fresh blow.... And sweet as the star-beams in fountains, And soft as the fall of the dew, Wet as the hues of the rain-arch, To me was the Dawn when on mountains Pearl-capped o'er the hyaline blue, Saint-fair and pure thro' the blue, Her spirit in dimples comes dancing, In dimples of light and of fire, Planting her footprints in roses On the floss of the snow-drifts, while glancing Large on her brow is her tire, Gemmed with the morning-star's fire. But sweet as the incense from altars, And warm as the light on a cloud, Sad as the wail of bleak woodlands, To me was the Night when she falters In the sorrowful folds of her shroud, In the far-blowing black of her shroud, O'er the flower-strewn bier of her lover, The Day lying faded and fair In the red-curtained chambers of air. When disheveled I've seen her uncover Her gold-girdled raven of hair— All hooped with the gold of the even— And for this sad burial prepare, The spirit of Night in the heaven To me was most wondrously fair, So fair that I wished it were given To die in the rays of her hair, Die wrapped in her gold-girdled hair.