|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Madison Julius Cawein. (1865 ?)|
| At daybreak Morn shall come to me|
In raiment of the white winds spun.
| Some shall reap that never sow|
And some shall toil and not attain.
| A moonlight traveler in Fancys land.|
| Into the sunsets turquoise marge|
The moon dips, like a pearly barge;
Enchantment sails through magic seas,
To fairyland Hesperides,
Over the hills and away.
| At Sunset. Stanza 1.|
| What magic shall solve us the secret|
Of beauty thats born for an hour?