Lake Lyrics and Other Poems

by William Wilfred Campbell


 

BEFORE THE DAWN


 

ONE hour before the flush of dawn,
   That all the rosy daylight weaves,
Here in my bed, far overhead
   I hear the swallows in the eaves.

I cannot see, but well I know,
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   That out around the dusky grey,
Across dark lakes and voiced streams,
   The blind, dumb vapors feel their way.

And here and there a star looks down
   Out of the fog that holds the sea

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In its embrace, while up the lands,
   Some cock makes music lustily.

And out within the dreamy woods,
   Or in some clover blossomed lawn,
The blinking robin pipes his mate
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   To wake the music of the dawn.