At Dawn.
Reading edition
Far off I heard dark waters rush; The sky was cold; the dawn broke green; And wrapped in twilight and strange hush The gray wind moaned between. A voice rang through the House of Sleep, And through its halls there went a tread; Mysterious raiment seemed to sweep Around the pallid dead. And then I knew that I had died, I, who had suffered so and sinned— And 't was myself I stood beside In the wild dawn and wind.