A Winter Dawn
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Above the marge of night a star still shines,
And on the frosty hills the sombre pines
Harbor an eerie wind that crooneth low
Over the glimmering wastes of virgin snow.
Through the pale arch of orient the morn
Comes in a milk-white splendor newly-born,
A sword of crimson cuts in twain the gray
Banners of shadow hosts, and lo, the day!
Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874 - 1942) was a Canadian author.
marge (margin) - bound, boundary
eerie - strange and mysterious, and sometimes frightening
orient - rising
splendor (Am) splendour (BR) - the impressive beauty of something
