Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Songs to a Singer, and Other Verses (1906). III. Prelude to DayRosa Newmarch (18571940)
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Like winds too weak to usher in the morn,
While to the dark-toned basses still replied
The sad, uncertain echo of the horn.
Inert and torpid, as nocturnal earth
Waits pulseless in the vague disquietude
Of that last hour which shrouds the daylight’s birth.
And splinter darkness into scarlet bars;
Then flute-scales, as from thrushes half-awake,
And harp-chords like the farewell sigh of stars.
Dawned, scattering all the lingering fears of night,
And bade my heart grow warm, my soul rejoice,
As though God said once more: let there be light.