First Light

Hadn't intended to be up before dawn, but there you go.

That first little bit of the day, when it's not quite light, is perhaps the best bit - nothing spectacular and just barely coloured. It always reminds me of this:

The Australian Sunrise - James Lister Cuthbertson (1880)
The Morning Star paled slowly, the Cross hung low to the sea,
And down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free,
The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night,
Waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light;
Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim,
The pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb,
Till the sun came up from ocean, red with the cold sea mist,
And smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining tree-tops kissed;
Then the fiery Scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard,
And the wind in the sheoak wavered and the honeysuckles stirred;
The airy golden vapour rose from the river breast,
The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest,
And the bulrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey
And burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day.

Glossary:
'The Cross' - The constellation of the Southern Cross, which appears to become lower in the sky towards morning.
'The fiery Scorpion' - The constellation of Scorpio which contains the first magnitude star Antares, which shines with a reddish light (apparently - or did in 1880 anyway).
Sheoak - Casuarina, a genus of Australian plants, including trees not as heavy and hard as European oak (the Englsh settlers declared it weaker than English oak but similar, hence "She-oak").

James Lister Cuthbertson (1851-1910), who wrote this poem, was born in Scotland and was educated at Glenalmond in Perthshire and then Merton College, Oxford. He emigrated to Australia in 1874 and taught as a Senior Classical Master at Geelong Grammar School, in Victoria for 21 years.