A Winter Dawn
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Above the marge of night a star still shines,
And on the frosty hills the somber pines
Harbor an eerie wind that crooneth low
Over the glimmering wastes of virgin snow.
Through the pale arch of orient the morn
Comes in a milk-white splendor newly-born,
A sword of crimson cuts in twain the gray
Banners of shadow hosts, and lo, the day!
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A frosty winter landscape at sunrise, with golden sunlight streaming through mist above a snow-covered field. Silhouettes of trees line the horizon and a bare tree stands on the left.