TILL dawn the wind drove round me. It is past <br />And still, and leaves the air to lisp of bird, <br />And to the quiet that is almost heard <br />Of the new-risen day, as yet bound fast <br />In the first warmth of sunrise. When the last <br />Of the sun's hours to-day shall be fulfilled, <br />There shall another breath of time be stilled <br />For me, which now is to my senses cast <br />As much beyond me as eternity, <br />Unknown, kept secret. On the newborn air <br />The moth quivers in silence. It is vast, <br />Yea, even beyond the hills upon the sea, <br />The day whose end shall give this hour as sheer <br />As chaos to the irrevocable Past.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-on-the-night-journey/
