A Gift
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.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
“A Gift” was published in Speyer’s book A Canopic Jar (E. P. Dutton & Company, 1921).
Date Published
03/28/1921