Come in this hour to set my spirit free <br />When earth is no more mine though night goes out, <br />And stretching forth these arms I cannot be <br />Lord of winged sunrise and dim Arcady: <br />When fieldward boys far off with clack and shout <br />From orchards scare the birds in sudden rout, <br />Come, ere my heart grows cold and full of doubt, <br />In the still summer dawns that waken me. <br /> <br />When the first lark goes up to look for day <br />And morning glimmers out of dreams, come then <br />Out of the songless valleys, over grey <br />Wide misty lands to bring me on my way: <br />For I am lone, a dweller among men <br />Hungered for what my heart shall never say.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-day-2/
