Le réveillon Charles Tomlinson Griffes

The sky is laced with fitful red
The circling mists and shadows flee
The dawn is rising from the sea
Like a white lady from her bed

And jagged brazen arrows fall
Athwart the feathers of the night
And a long wave of yellow light
Breaks silently on tower and hall

And spreading wide across the wold
Wakes into flight some fluttering bird
And all the chestnut tops are stirred
And all the branches streaked with gold