In the sweet silence before sunrise, standing in the garden I watch the large round shield of the full moon slowly fading in the west from copper to brass and then to whitest silver,throwing across a sea of glass its long,still reflection, while the deep, pure sky takes on a rosy warmth of color from the approaching sun.
Soon an insufferable glory burns on the edge of the eastern horizon; up rolls the great round red orb and sets the dew twinkling and sparkling in a thousand rainbows,
sending its first rejoicing rays over the wide face of the world.
Celia Thaxter
