SONG OF THE NIGHT AT DAYBREAK
Reading edition
All my stars forsake me, And the dawn-winds shake me. Where shall I betake me?
Whither shall I run Till the set of sun, Till the day be done?
To the mountain-mine, To the boughs o’ the pine, To the blind man’s eyne,
To a brow that is Bowed upon the knees, Sick with memories.