Jack London



                   Daybreak


                   The blushing dawn the easy illumes,
                   The birds their merry matins sing,
                   The buds breath forth their sweet perfumes,
                   And butterflies are on the wing.

                   I pause beneath the window high,
                   The door is locked, the house is quiet;
                   'Tis there, abed, she sure must lie, —
                   To wake her, — ah! I'll try it.

                   And pebbles hurtling through the air,
                   Strike full upon the window-pane,
                   Awakening her who slumbers there
                   With their insistent hurricane.

                   Ye gods! in my imagination,
                   The wondrous scene do I behold —
                   A nymph's bewildered consternation
                   At summons thus so fierce and bold.

                   A moment passes, then I see
                   The gauzy curtains drawn aside,
                   And sweet eyes beaming down on me,
                   And then a window upward glide.

                   Fair as the morn, with rosy light,
                   She blushes with a faint surprise,
                   Then thinking of the previous night,
                   In dulcet tones she softly cries:

                   "It should have been put out by Nan,
                   But I'll be down within a minute —
                   No, never mind, leave your own can,
                   And put two quarts, please, in it."


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