Bliss: Dawn’s Early Light

Bliss: Dawn’s Early Light, originally uploaded by TomRaven.

Thicker crowd the shades while the grave East deepens
Glowing, and with crimson a long cloud swells.
Maiden still the morn is; and strange she is, and secret;
Strange her eyes; her cheeks are cold as cold sea-shells.

Sunrays, leaning on our southern hills and lighting
Wild cloud-mountains that drag the hills along,

From Love in the Valley by George Meredith (1828 - 1909)

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