Summer Morn in New Hampshire

 All yesterday it poured, and all night long 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.