Wake Early

 

Will you wake in that transparent

 

hour when the dawn shows through?

 

Only a few birds know the night

 

has gone; black leaves are restless

 

arcs along the bough, and the sky

 

line is humped like a sleeper.  This

 

world is far too much for me alone—

 

so deep, so wide, so intricate, so

 

steep the sky, and the first

 

blooming of a poppy cloud so loud.