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I thought to be alone, but young Dawn stood
    Against the bed and lifted up my eyes.
Gorgeous and strong in gallant hardihood
    Sprinkled with dew he came to bid me rise.

His breath was full of rose leaves and his hair
    Was radiant like a rim of flowing gold,
    Which garlanded that face surpassing fair,
And round his brow circled in shining fold.

Come forth! he cried, I flew to summon Sleep
    That he should not retain thee in this way,
But fly to where the hanging bats may keep
    Council with owls, and until twilight stay.

The carpet green is spread, lad, get you up,
    In the sun’s light, dew drops like diamonds gleam,
The opening daisy and the buttercup
    Are nodding by the bank along the stream.

And from the water rolls the filmy mist,
    The River casts her bridal robe away,
Ere raptured ripples all thy limbs have kissed,
Put off thy garment, boy, for it is day !—

                                                                        George Ives.

MLA citation:

Ives, George. “Eocene.” The Green Sheaf, No. 7, 1903, p. 6. Green Sheaf Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, Yellow Nineties 2.0, Toronto Metropolitan University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2022.