Summer Morn in New Hampshire
I could not sleep; the rain unceasing beat
Upon the shingled roof like some weird song
Upon the grass like running children's feet.
And down the mountains by the dark clouds kissed,
Like a pale girl in floating veiling dressed,
Slid slowly, silently, the wraith-like mist,
Nestling softly against the earth's wet breast.
But O! it was so wonderful at dawn!
The still air stirred at touch of the faint breeze,
The sun, a sheet of gold, spread o'er the lawn,
The song-birds caroled in the dancing trees,
And every creature hailed with joy the day:
But wearily, I turned away from all;
For you, who hold my heart, are far away,
So far away, lost, lost, beyond recall.
(Workers Dreadnought. July 31, 1920. Signed as Claude McKay)
(Edited and Proofread by Amardeep Singh)