All night I wrestled with a memory <br />Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought. <br />The crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought <br />Its disillusion; now I only cry <br />For peace, for power to forget the lie <br />Which hope too long has whispered. So I sought <br />The sleep which would not come, and night was fraught <br />With old emotions weeping silently. <br />I heard your voice again, and knew the things <br />Which you had promised proved an empty vaunt. <br />I felt your clinging hands while night's broad wings <br />Cherished our love in darkness. From the lawn <br />A sudden, quivering birdnote, like a taunt. <br />My arms held nothing but the empty dawn.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crepuscule-du-matin/
