I am that woman who would wait for Dawn, Nor slept while the slow moon rode into sight; Who, fighting weariness, gazed full upon The starry circle drawn around the night. I saw the Milky Way fade like a cloud And, drowsy-lidded, watched the distance grow Between me and the Pleiades, nor bowed To heavy hands of Sleep upon my brow. Then when night grew more stilly palpitate, Listening for the faint birth-cry of morn, And the cock crew, I, at the very gate, Fell into cloddish slumber, all out-worn. Even as I slept, soft as a look or sigh, The Dawn with Love beside her passed me by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MARTYR'S MASS; FATHER MIGUEL PRO, EXECUTED AY MEXICO CITY, 1927 by ALFRED BARRETT THE SONG OF THE SAVOYARDS by HENRY AMES BLOOD ON THE CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL by JOHN BYROM THE MIDNIGHT MASS; AN INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION by ADA CAMBRIDGE FORGIVENESS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |