Nature
A Song of Dawn
From The Poets and the Poetry of the Century, ed. Alfred H. Miles
I called grey Night to speak my doom,
Wandering in tears,
Peopling the wilderness of gloom
With shadowy fears.
I met glad Morn upon the hills
Walking in light,
And all that cloud of threatening ills
Fled at her sight.
A BEATEN and a baffled man,
My life drags lamely day by day,
Too young to die, too old to plan,
In failure grey.
The knights ride east, the knights ride west,
For ladyes' tokens blithe of cheer,
Each bound upon some gallant quest;
While I rust here.
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Todhunter, John. “A Song of Dawn.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/todhunter/5/.
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Todhunter, John. “A Song of Dawn.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/todhunter/5/.
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