Night, like a dying mother, <br />Eyes her young offspring, Day. <br />The birds are dreamily piping. <br />And O, my love, my darling! <br />The night is life ebb'd away: <br />Away beyond our reach! <br />A sea that has cast us pale on the beach; <br />Weeds with the weeds and the pebbles <br />That hear the lone tamarisk rooted in sand <br />Sway <br />With the song of the sea to the land.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-morning-twilight/
