WHILE the chill dawn was breaking, with moist eye, Wonder, and heartbeat, joy, doubt, aching bones, Finding strange magic in that wan, cold sky, I, that had heard all night thy mother's groans, First caught thy shrill, small cry. Who parted life from life? What thing whence came? How, in one instant, woke thy little soul? Which moment earned for me a father's name? These, and the grey dawn, o'er my senses stole, One mystery and the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESPONDING SOUL'S WISH by JOHN BYROM THE ICE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON CASABIANCA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS DAUGHTERS OF WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG TRAVEL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PROEM by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MAY DAY by ADELAIDE A. ANDREWS LITTLE JOHN AND THE RED FRIAR; A LAY OF SHERWOOD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |