By George Sterling

The mountain walls send up
Their eagles on the morning, ere the
Of the great day-star fall on wood and
  From south to north
What golden wings, what argent feet
    go forth
  On heaven and radiant snows!
  What archangelic flights
Of seraphim from everlasting
From citadels colossal, where the song
  Of giant winds is strong,
And washed in timeless fire, the granite
With silver and unutterable rose!

O vaster Dawn, ascendant and sublime.
  That past the peaks of Time
  And midnight stars' array,
Dost bear the magnitude of skies to be,
  What hopes go forth to thee!
  O glad, unrisen Day! . . .

~George Sterling, Christian Science Monitor, Apr 18, 1917, pg 19

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