Charcoal hues to paint the dawn
remember only night's embrace
seek though they will t' awake the morn
they have not mind to know of else.
Though Sun's companion welcomed them
with heaven's crown upon their brow,
himself shall not their visage see
nor shall his courts their likeness bear.
The dimness of their vesture shall
be damned and cast away in death
and scarlet shroud envelop them
caress and strangle, bind and free.
And ruby shades shall be their first
for through travail they'll know them well
But oh! The tint of dawn they are!
The foremost herald of the day.
In sanguine tincture, sanguine token
that soon is shed for truer things
so guilded tones might rule the sky
and shake the shadows of the eve.
And without requiem are they,
those grey and lifeless phanthoms gone
while De profundis now aloud
shall Victimae Paschali sing.