|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Night trails her unwilling splendors, loath to go;|
Far oer her cloudy home the mother moon
Walketh the silence with one baby star
Still tugging at her skirt (a wondrous star,
The loveliest scion of her golden race);
And yet her mother love with wider gaze
Holds in its large-eyed care the sleeping world.
|The aspen twilight wanes apace,|
And ushers in the conquering day.
William Winter.At Dawn.