The sound of the closing outside door was all. You made no sound in the grass with your footfall, As far as you went from the door, which was not far; But you had awakened under the morning star The first song-bird that awakened all the rest. He could have slept but a moment more at best. Already determined dawn began to lay In place across a cloud the slender ray For prying beneath and forcing the lids of sight, And loosing the pent-up music of over-night. But dawn was not to begin their "pearly-pearly" (By which they mean the rain is pearls so early, Before it changes to diamonds in the sun), Neither was song that day to be self-begun. You had begun it, and if there needed proof -- I was asleep still under the dripping roof, My window curtain hung over the still to wet; But I should awake to confirm your story yet; I should be willing to say and help you say That once you had opened the valley's singing day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR I PAY MY DEBT FOR LAFAYETTE AND ROCHAMBEAU' by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THAT KIND OF POEM' by KAREN SWENSON ROBIN ADAIR by CAROLINE KEPPEL SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 3 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY THE SWORD by ABU BAKR OF MARRAKESH A SESTINA, IN IMITAION OF SIG. FRA. PETRARCA by PHILIP AYRES |