THE wind that sighs before the dawn Chases the gloom of night, The curtains of the East are drawn And suddenly -- 'tis light. A faint breath wakes the slumbering seas, Peaks, plains, and forests dim, The brave birds 'mid the rustling trees Raise a glad morning hymn. And all the waiting world around Adores the coming sun, New warmth and life, new cheerful sound, New destinies begun. So on the old familiar earth, As on the faintest star, Where'er a new life comes to birth The Spirit's breathings are. Thro' the soul's dim recesses dark They move ere yet 'tis day, And she even as the faithful lark Awaking, soars away. They blow, they stir the voiceless deep With winds of fruitful strife, And from the chills of Death and Sleep Draw warmth and light and life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |