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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.