I see the dawn creep round the world, Here damm'd a moment backward by great hills, There racing o'er the sea. Down at the round equator, It leaps forth straight and rapid, Driving with firm sharp edge the night before it. Here gradually it floods The wooded valleys and the weeds And the still smokeless cities. The cocks crow up at the farms; The sick man's spirit is glad; The watch treads brisker about the dew-wet deck; The light-keeper locks his desk, As the lenses turn, Faded and yellow. The girl with the embroidered shift Rises and leans on the sill, And her full bosom heaves Drinking deep of the silentness. I too rise and watch The healing fingers of dawn - I too drink from its eyes The unaccountable peace - I too drink and am satisfied as with food. Fain would I go Down by the winding crossroad by the trees, Where at the corner of wet wood The blackbird in the early grey and stillness Wakes his first song. Peace who can make verses clink, Find ictus following surely after ictus At such an hour as this, the heart Lies steeped and silent. O dreaming, leaning girl. Already are the sovereign hill-tops ruddy, Already the grey passes, the white streak Brightens above dark woodlands, Day begins. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT SUCH HAVE DIED by EMILY DICKINSON A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY CORRYMEELA by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE A SONG OF THE ROAD by FRED G. BOWLES KEATS WAS AN UNBELIEVER by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THOUGHTS NEAR ASHAMPSTEAD AERODROME, HARVEST-TIME by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB MUY VIEJA MEXICANA by ALICE (HENDERSON) CORBIN |