Before Sunrise

The winds of morning move and sing;

The western stars are lingering;

In the pale east one planet still

Shines large above King Philip's hill;--

And near, in gold against the blue,

The old moon, in its arms the new.

Lo, the deep waters of the bay

Stir with the breath of hurrying day.

Wake, loved one, wake and look with me

Across the narrow, dawn-lit sea!

Such beauty is not wholly mine

Till thou, dear heart, hast made it thine.