Impression Le Reveillon

by Oscar Wilde

The sky is laced with fitul red

The circling mists and shadows flee

The dawn is rising from the sea

Like a white lady from her bed

And jagged broken 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.

Found: Online I think. I love the imagery.

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