| Always Comes Evening ~ Desert Dawn
written by Robert Ervin Howard
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Dim seas of sand swim slowly into sight
As if from out the silence swiftly born;
Faint foremost herald of the coming morn,
Red tentacles reach out into the night;
The shadows gray, then fade to rosy white.
The stars fade out, the greatest and the least;
Now a red rose is blooming in the east,
And from its widening petals comes the light.
While, fleecy clouds are fading from on high,
The sun-god flings afar his golden brands;
A breeze springs up and races 'mid the dunes,
A-whisper with old tales and mystic runes;
Now blue and gold ride rampant in the sky,
And now full day comes marching o'er the sands.
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