At Dawn.
By Madison Julius 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.