Before Dawn.
Line beyond sullen line the mountains seem
Fear frozen waves on fabulous black seas.
Forlornly through the legion of the trees
The pallid lances of the moonlight gleam.
The huddled stars a fearful silence keep,
And night, grown old, with haggard features drawn,
Weeps that at length her purple blood must steep
The sky that was her daisy-dappled lawn,
Knowing that soon into the east will leap
The swift exultant slayers of the dawn,
The sudden golden leopards of the dawn.

—“Amateur.”