I listen for him through the rain, <br />And in the dusk of starless hours <br />I know that he will come again; <br />Loth was he ever to forsake me: <br />He comes with glimmering of flowers <br />And stir of music to awake me. <br /> <br />Spirit of purity, he stands <br />As once he lived in charm and grace: <br />I may not hold him with my hands, <br />Nor bid him stay to heal my sorrow; <br />Only his fair, unshadowed face <br />Abides with me until to-morrow.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-daybreak/
