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The Rose of Dawn Helen Hay Whitney
The Rose of Dawn
Helen Hay Whitney
Somnolent, vast, inert, the darkness lay Waiting for dawn. Across the ocean stirred A luminous haze, not light, but whispering light, So softly yet, the islands had not heard. The mystery of sleep was in the trees And on the weary stars. A little cry That broke the silence seemed a sacrilege. Then thro' the palm trees glided like a ghost A dusky form; the curtain of the dark Was rent with life, the forest brought forth men.
| Medios de comunicación | Libros Paperback Book (Libro con tapa blanda y lomo encolado) |
| Publicado | 19 de enero de 2016 |
| ISBN13 | 9781519275219 |
| Editores | Createspace Independent Publishing Platf |
| Páginas | 32 |
| Dimensiones | 152 × 229 × 2 mm · 58 g |
| Lengua | Inglés |