Poems (Linn)/Dawn
For works with similar titles, see Dawn.
DAWN.
ALL the last night sweet slumber fled my eyes;
I watched the stars climb up the eastern steep
And sink down, down into the western deep
In glittering groups. I heard the soft winds rise
And gently sing, as mothers croon a song
Above their babes; I heard the waters moan
Upon the shore, like an old love outgrown
And left behind, weeping above its wrong.
Then through the stillness of the cool, sweet night
Burst a full flood of song from some glad bird
That waking, thought of love, or dreaming heard
His mate's voice calling,—slowly broke the light
Over the hills. Thus with a burst of song
Comes dawn of love to hearts that waited long.
I watched the stars climb up the eastern steep
And sink down, down into the western deep
In glittering groups. I heard the soft winds rise
And gently sing, as mothers croon a song
Above their babes; I heard the waters moan
Upon the shore, like an old love outgrown
And left behind, weeping above its wrong.
Then through the stillness of the cool, sweet night
Burst a full flood of song from some glad bird
That waking, thought of love, or dreaming heard
His mate's voice calling,—slowly broke the light
Over the hills. Thus with a burst of song
Comes dawn of love to hearts that waited long.