The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.
The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.
She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.
The dusky night rides down the sky, And ushers in the morn The hounds all join in glorious cry, The huntsman winds his horn And a-hunting we will go.
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true, With eyes of gold and bramble-dew, Steel-true and blade-straight, The great artificer made my mate.
Ethel Waters, the flaming tower of dusky regality, who knows how to make a song stand on tiptoe.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories