Amy Lowell: Crepuscule du Matin

Crepuscule du Matin

All night I wrestled with a memory  Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought.  The crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought Its disillusion; now I only cry For peace, for power to forget the lie  Which hope too long has whispered.  So I sought  The sleep which would not come, and night was fraught With old emotions weeping silently. I heard your voice again, and knew the things  Which you had promised proved an empty vaunt. I felt your clinging hands while night's broad wings Cherished our love in darkness.  From the lawn  A sudden, quivering birdnote, like a taunt. My arms held nothing but the empty dawn.