Amy Lowell - Crepuscule du Matin

All night I wrestled¹ with a memory
Which knocked insurgent² at the gates of thought.
The crumbled³ wreck⁴ of years behind has wrought
Its disillusion⁵; now I only cry
For peace, for power to forget the lie
Which hope too long has whispered.  So I sought
The sleep which would not come, and night was fraught
With old emotions weeping silently.
I heard your voice again, and knew the things
Which you had promised proved an empty vaunt.
I felt your clinging hands while night's broad wings
Cherished our love in darkness.  From the lawn
A sudden, quivering birdnote, like a taunt⁶.
My arms held nothing but the empty dawn.