DAY DAWN
Johnson, E. Pauline
ALL yesterday the thought of you was resting in
my soul,
And when sleep wandered o'er the world that very
thought she stole
To fill my dreams with splendour such as stars could
not eclipse,
And in the morn I wakened with your name upon
my lips.
Awakened, my beloved, to the morning of your eyes,
Your splendid eyes, so full of clouds, wherein a
shadow tries
To overcome the flame that melts into the world
of grey,
As coming suns-dissolve the dark that veils the edge
of day.
Cool drifts the air at dawn of day, cool lies the
sleeping dew,
But all my heart is burning, for it woke from dreams
of you ;
And O ! these longing eyes of mine look -out and
only see
A dying night, a waking day, and calm on all but me.
So gently creeps the morning through the heavy air,
The dawn grey-garbed and velvet-shod is wandering
everywhere
To wake the slumber-laden hours that leave their
dreamless rest,
With outspread, laggard wings to court. the pillows
of the west.
Up from the earth a moisture steals with. odours
fresh and soft,
A smell of moss and grasses warm with dew, and
far aloft
The stars are growing colourless, while drooping in
the west,
A late, wan moon is paling in a sky of amethyst.
The passing of the shadows, as they waft their
pinions near,
Has stirred a tender wind within the night-hushed
atmosphere,
That in its homeless winderings sobs in 'an under-
tone
An echo to my heart that sobbing calls for you alone.
The night is gone, beloved, and another day set
free,
Another day of hunger for the one I may not see.
What care I for the perfect dawn ? the blue and
empty skies ?
The night is always mine without the morning of
your eyes.
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