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 steepAnd sink down, down into the western deepIn glittering groups. I heard the soft winds riseAnd gently sing, as mothers croon a songAbove their babes; I heard the waters moanUpon the shore, like an old love outgrownAnd left behind, weeping above its wrong.Then through the stillness of the cool, sweet nightBurst a full flood of song from some glad birdThat waking, thought of love, or dreaming heardHis mate's voice calling,—slowly broke the lightOver the hills. Thus with a burst of songComes dawn of love to hearts that waited long.