I woke: —
Night, lingering, poured upon the world
Of drowsy hill and wood and lake
Her moon-song,
And the breeze accompanied with hushed fingers
On the birches.
Gently the dawn held out to me
A golden handful of bird’s-notes.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on November 7, 2026, by the Academy of American Poets.
