Dawn comes slowly but dusk is rapid.
At last, the golden orientall gate Of greatest heaven gan to open fayre, And Phoebus, fresh as brydegrome to his mate, Came dauncing forth, shaking his dewie hayre; And hurls his glistring beams through gloomy ayre.
I'm a very early riser, and I don't like to miss that beautiful early morning light.
The first light had cast the first shadow.
Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience - unless they are still up.
It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.
I don't look my best when I wake up! But I do feel beautiful when I'm tired and happy and I've had a good laugh and a glass of champagne.
The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful, and so are you.
The early morning has gold in its mouth.
Red of the Dawn Is it turning a fainter red? so be it, but when shall we lay The ghost of the Brute that is walking and hammering us yet and be free?
Now from the smooth deep ocean-stream the sun Began to climb the heavens, and with new rays Smote the surrounding fields.
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains! To behold this alone is worth the pains of any excursion a thousand times over. The highest peaks burned like islands in a sea of liquid shade. Then the lower peaks and spires caught the glow, and long lances of light, streaming through many a notch and pass, fell thick on the frozen meadows.
The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.
She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.
...she woke up in time to see the sun sending up spies ahead of him to mark out the road through the dark. He peeped up over the door sill of the world and made a little foolishness with red.
The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort.
As the dawn comes up like thunder.
Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.
I'm so glad my window looks east into the sunrising- It's so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine.
To behold the day-break! The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.
Dawn tinted the darkness like water ink.
In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright.
I'll tell you how the Sun rose.
A woman is as old as she looks before breakfast.
My California sunrise, there's a real mist in the air. I think of the mountains. You can smell the farm fields. You can smell the dirt and the lights and the whole sun.
