DAWN-ANGELS Mrs. Darmesteter (A. MARY F. ROBINSON) ALL night I watched awake for morning, 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 Some held the Light, while those remaining (Whose sound was Light) on earthly things. Ah, what joy when Celia stands Cyder bring and cowslip wine, Saffron loaves to make a feast: China dishes, silver cups, For the board where Celia sups! Then, when all the feasting's done, She shall draw us round the blaze, Laugh, and tell us every one Of her far triumphant days- |