McClure's Magazine/Volume 30/Number 5/In the Morning

by Ruthello Anshutz

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I woke up early, when it was just light,

And everything was very strange and still;

The wind was blowing, as it blows at night;

Beyond the trees, the road lay calm and white,

Where, all day, noisy wagons roll downhill.

The grass and trees looked very cool and green;

There were not any shadows there at all:

The back yard seemed so very still and clean;

And, on the porch, the tubs and wash-machine

Were all a-standing dreaming by the wall.