At Dawn

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Title:     At Dawn
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

Far off I heard dark waters rush;
The sky was cold; the dawn broke green;
And wrapped in twilight and strange hush
The gray wind moaned between.

A voice rang through the House of Sleep,
And through its halls there went a tread;
Mysterious raiment seemed to sweep
Around the pallid dead.

And then I knew that I had died,
I, who had suffered so and sinned--
And 't was myself I stood beside
In the wild dawn and wind.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: At Dawn

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