The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night/Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light/And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels/From forth day’s path and Titan’s fiery wheels.
The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night/Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light/And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels/From forth day’s path and Titan’s fiery wheels.
