Rosy-fingered dawn

Awake! For morning, in the bowl of night
Hath cast the stone that put the stars to flight
And lo, the hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's turret in a noose of light.

Lovely poem, awesome translation. I read it to a girl once. She fell asleep. Poetry: not always a great seduction technique. Mind you, a fragment of Beowulf did very well, once.

Looming terrifyingly soon is the solstice, too, of course, a particularly significant dawn...