Till the east is grey with the sacred dawn,
And the red cock wakens the milking maid.
THE HARPER'S SONG
This sweetness trembling from the strings
The music of my troublous lute
Hath timed Herodias' daughter's foot;
Setting a-clink her ankle-rings
Whenas she danced to feasted kings.
Where gemmed apparel burned and caught
The sunset 'neath the golden dome,