McClure's Magazine/Volume 30/Number 5/In the Morning


 * up early, when it was just light,
 * And everything was very strange and still;
 * The wind was blowing, as it blows at night;
 * Beyond the trees, the road lay calm and white,
 * Where, all day, noisy wagons roll downhill.


 * The grass and trees looked very cool and green;
 * There were not any shadows there at all:
 * The back yard seemed so very still and clean;
 * And, on the porch, the tubs and wash-machine
 * Were all a-standing dreaming by the wall.