Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Agnes Mary Frances Darmesteter b. 1857

Dawn-Angels

ALL night I watched awake for morning,

At last the East grew all aflame,

The birds for welcome sang, or warning,

And with their singing morning came.

Along the gold-green heavens drifted

Pale wandering souls that shun the light,

Whose cloudy pinions, torn and rifted,

Had beat the bars of Heaven all night.

These clustered round the moon, but higher

A troop of shining spirits went,

Who were not made of wind or fire,

But some divine dream-element.

Some held the Light, while those remaining

Shook out their harvest-colored wings,

A faint unusual music raining,

(Whose sound was Light) on earthly things.

They sang, and as a mighty river

Their voices washed the night away,

From East to West ran one white shiver,

And waxen strong their song was Day.