AT DAWN.

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.