Bedroom Dawn
Is this obscurity not quite unbroken,
As though the heart of night had bled away,
This quietness before a bird has spoken
Really the day?
And is this depth of darkness redefined,
The safe diurnal washing-stand and soap,
This first small stir of the awakened mind,
Possibly hope?
As though the heart of night had bled away,
This quietness before a bird has spoken
Really the day?
And is this depth of darkness redefined,
The safe diurnal washing-stand and soap,
This first small stir of the awakened mind,
Possibly hope?
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