Dawn
An angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.
~ Paul Laurence Dunbar
I got up one morning just to see the sunrise. This is only part of what I saw. Look, the sky is blushing! This poem by Dunbar was one of the first poems I memorized as a freshman in college. I used to recite this poem to girls on campus and they would smile and say, "that's so romantic." Nowadays, I recite my own poems to my wife and she says, "put it in a book, Bess!" Then, I smile say, "that's so romantic."
