Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By AnnieFields592 On Waking from a Dreamless Sleep
I
The face of heaven was fair;
The silence all about me lay,
Of morning in the air.
Since the moon set in the west?
I know not where thy feet have trod,
Nor what has been thy quest.
Below the dark-blue sea?
His glittering, silent stars are gone,—
Didst follow them for me?
When first the night-wind heard
The faint breath of the coming dawn,
And fled before the word?
Since the long wave on the shore
Tenderly rocked my sense asleep,
And I heard thee no more?
Have lain in the warm down;
No heavenly chant, no earthly care,
Have stirred a smile or frown.
Thou art my day, my sun!
But where, O spirit, where wast thou
While the sands of night have run?