Gregory Knott – Why Knott Media

One of the greatest pleasures of living in the nidwest is the ability to see the sunrise and sunset over the horizon. In summer especially, you can get up early in the day and see this sun as we begin another day. I found this poem titles At Sunrise, written by Bliss Carman:

Now the stars have faded
In the purple chill,
Lo, the sun is kindling
On the eastern hill.

Tree by tree the forest
Takes the golden tinge,
As the shafts of glory
Pierce the summit’s fringe.

Rock by rock the ledges
Take the rosy sheen,
As the tide of splendor
Floods the dark ravine.

Like a shining angel
At my cabin door,
Shod with hope and silence,
Day is come once more.

Then, as if in sorrow
That you are not here,
All his magic beauties
Gray and disappear.