All yesterday the thought of you was resting in my soul, <br />And when sleep wandered o'er the world that very thought she stole <br />To fill my dreams with splendour such as stars could not eclipse, <br />And in the morn I wakened with your name upon my lips. <br /> <br />Awakened, my beloved, to the morning of your eyes, <br />Your splendid eyes, so full of clouds, wherein a shadow tries <br />To overcome the flame that melts into the world of grey, <br />As coming suns dissolve the dark that veils the edge of day. <br /> <br />Cool drifts the air at dawn of day, cool lies the sleeping dew, <br />But all my heart is burning, for it woke from dreams of you; <br />And O! these longing eyes of mine look out and only see <br />A dying night, a waking day, and calm on all but me. <br /> <br />So gently creeps the morning through the heavy air, <br />The dawn grey-garbed and velvet-shod is wandering everywhere <br />To wake the slumber-laden hours that leave their dreamless rest, <br />With outspread, laggard wings to court the pillows of the west. <br /> <br />Up from the earth a moisture steals with odours fresh and soft, <br />A smell of moss and grasses warm with dew, and far aloft <br />The stars are growing colourless, while drooping in the west, <br />A late, wan moon is paling in a sky of amethyst. <br /> <br />The passing of the shadows, as they waft their pinions near, <br />Has stirred a tender wind within the night-hushed atmosphere, <br />That in its homeless wanderings sobs in an undertone <br />An echo to my heart that sobbing calls for you alone. <br /> <br />The night is gone, beloved, and another day set free, <br />Another day of hunger for the one I may not see. <br />What care I for the perfect dawn? the blue and empty skies? <br />The night is always mine without the morning of your eyes.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-dawn/
