AT DAWN.SHE only knew the birth and deathOf days, when each that diedWas still at morn a hope, at nightA hope unsatisfied.The dark trees shivered to beholdAnother day begin;She, being hopeless, did not weepAs the grey dawn came in.
SHE only knew the birth and deathOf days, when each that diedWas still at morn a hope, at nightA hope unsatisfied.
The dark trees shivered to beholdAnother day begin;She, being hopeless, did not weepAs the grey dawn came in.