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Poem by Arthur William Symons


Dawn


Here in the little room
You sleep the sleep of innocent tired youth,
While I, in very sooth,
Tired, and awake beside you in the gloom,
Watch for the dawn, and feel the morning make
A loneliness about me for your sake.

You are so young, so fair,
And such a child, and might have loved so well;
And now, I cannot tell,
But surely one might love you anywhere,
Come to you as a lover, and make bold
To beg for that which all may buy with gold.

Your sweet, scarce lost, estate
Of innocence, the candour of your eyes,
Your childlike pleased surprise,
Your patience: these afflict me with a weight
As of some heavy wrong that I must share
With God who made, and man who found you, fair. 



                      Arthur William Symons


Arthur William Symons's other poems:
  1. Satiety
  2. Before Meeting
  3. Laus Mortis
  4. Toys
  5. The Price


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Rupert Brooke Dawn ("Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat")
  • Isaac Rosenberg Dawn ("O tender first cold flush of rose")
  • Francis Ledwidge Dawn ("Quiet miles of golden sky")
  • John Ford Dawn ("FLY hence, shadows, that do keep")

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