Poems with rhymes of dawn

My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn

Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--

They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, their hoofs drum up the dawn,
The dun he went like a wounded bull, but the mare like a new-roused fawn.

Fresh as the dawn,
Made me a shining road
To travel on,

The tranquil peace of early morn
The sunrise in the sky
The new day greets us with the dawn

I lay,—for Love was laggard, O, he came not until dawn,—
I lay and listened for his step and could not get to sleep;
And he found me at my window with my big cloak on,

Cramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawn
Open a jagged rim around; a yawn

Each breaking of the dawn;
That I do long to tell you all—
But you are dead and gone.

After its leaves are gone,
Waiting no more for a rain at night
Nor for the red at dawn;

To the edge of the wood I am drawn, I am drawn,
Where the gray beach glimmering runs, as a belt of the dawn,

But, bathed in balmy dews and rays of dawn,
Will smile with rapture o'er the darkness drawn.

Night follows day, day follows dawn,
And so the time has come and gone:

With faces haggard and drawn;
They cursed the red Sun into the west
And they curse him out of the dawn.

But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;

A moment yet, with breathing quickly drawn
And hands agrip, the Carthaginian folk
Stared in the bright untroubled face of dawn,

The star that led the dawn,
Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,
For May is on the lawn.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;

Under the sunset's flush and the pallid, faint glimmer of dawn;
Shadowy, ghost-like shores, where midnight surfs are booming
Thunders of wintry woe over the spaces wan.

As was her wont, at early dawn,
She issued to the dewy lawn;