Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break, It leaps in the sky.
Robert Seymour Bridges
The first night, a rock, big as two fists. The second, a rock big as three. But nary a curse cursed Rudolph Reed. (Though oaken as man could be.) The third night, a silvery ring of glass. Patience arched to endure, But he looked, and lo! small Mabel's blood Was staining her gaze so pure.
Gwendolyn Brooks