Morning Song by Sara Teasdale, 1884 - 1933

Photograph of Sara Teasdale as a young girl

A diamond of a morning

     Waked me an hour too soon;

Dawn had taken in the stars

     And left the faint white moon.

 

O white moon, you are lonely,

     It is the same with me,

But we have the world to roam over,

     Only the lonely are free.