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BEFORE THE DAWN

I looked on beauteous forms, as I lay dreaming,
But on no form as beautiful as thine,
Who here, amid the moonbeams white and holy,
Standest in silence by this bed of mine.


I looked on faces fair, as I lay sleeping,
But on no face that seemed so nobly sweet
As that which in the pallid light above me
My wondering, half-awakened sense doth greet.


Who and what art thou? Have I kept thee waiting?
My sleep was as a river deep and calm;
Bring'st thou perchance some word of import for me?
Hast thou for broken hearts, like mine, some balm?


Who and what art thou? In my tranquil vision
I gazed through rifted clouds on azure skies,—
I seemed to gaze beyond them,—but naught moved me
Like the deep pity in thy brooding eyes.


Why art thou here to-night? I have been lonely—
Have waited, prayed, for such an one as thou,