Dawn

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The soft-toned clock upon the stair chimed three—
  Too sweet for sleep, too early yet to rise.
  In restful peace I lay with half-closed eyes,
Watching the tender hours go dreamily;
The tide was flowing in; I heard the sea
  Shivering along the sands; while yet the skies
  Were dim, uncertain, as the light that lies
Beneath the fretwork of some wild-rose tree
Within the thicket gray. The chanticleer
  Sent drowsy calls across the slumbrous air;
  In solemn silence sweet it was to hear
My own heart beat . . . Then broad and deep and fair—
  Trembling in its new birth from heaven’s womb—
  One crimson shaft of dawn sank thro’ my room.

© Ella Higginson