Sunrise

The eastern sky begins to glow,
With hues of rose and palest gold,
A beauteous, celestial show,
A story of the dawn untold.
The night is done, the stars retreat,
As Phoebus climbs the heavens high,
And earth awakes, with purpose sweet,
To greet the day beneath the sky.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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