Morning

Armenian Legends and Poems [1916] at sacred-texts.com

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MORNING

BY HAROUTUNE TOUMANIAN

DAY dawned. Bright tongues of scarlet flame
     Shot up into the sky,
The livid heav’ns blushed, and became
     A sea of crimson dye.

The sun his fiery beams unrolled
     Like strands of coloured thread;
Embroidered all the clouds with gold,
     And blue, and green, and red.

Then o’er the mountain, full in view,
     Nature's great Monarch rose:
And from his tent of Royal blue
     Hurled darts upon his foes.

Eternal foe of Gloom and Night,
     On high he raised his arm;
His shield of gold, all shining bright,
     Sheltered the world from harm.