Impression - Le Reveillon

Impression - Le Reveillon

The sky is laced with fitful red，

The circling mists and shadows flee，

The dawn is rising from the sea，

Like a white lady from her bed.

And jagged brazen arrows fall

Athwart the feathers of the night，

And a long wave of yellow light

Breaks silently on tower and hall，

And spreading wide across the wold

Wakes into flight some fluttering bird，

And all the chestnut tops are stirred，

And all the branches streaked with gold.