Ina Coolbrith

1841 – 1928 / Nauvoo, Illinois

At The Dawn

AWAKE, beloved! my heart awakes, —
Though still in slumber lies
The world; the pearl of morning breaks
Along the eastern skies.
The moon, the stars, that rule the night,
And look on land and sea,
A pathway are of luring light
My spirit walks to thee.

'Wake! ere between again shall lift
The day his lance of flame;
From the still shores of dreamland drift
One hour to love's dear claim.
O love! my love! the shadows part, —
Thine eager arms I see, —
'As for the water-brook the hart,'
So is my soul for thee!
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