Above the marge of night a star still shines,
And on the frosty hills the sombre pines
Harbor an eerie wind that crooneth low
Over the glimmering wastes of virgin snow.
Through the pale arch of orient the morn
Comes in a milk-white splendor newly-born,
A sword of crimson cuts in twain the gray
Banners of shadow hosts, and lo, the day!
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Hey great write. Very nice and poetic. Had an excellent flow and wonderful word choice. Keep writing! Loved it!! Beautifully inspiring!
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OK. Like the title.
The richness of her metaphors is a vast treasure. I especially love this one about the sun:
A sword of crimson cuts in twain the gray
Banners of shadow hosts, and lo, the day!
Montgomery uses simple rhymes but her poems drum up images in the mind. She's good.
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