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Daybreak

a poem by Jack London

The blushing dawn the easy illumes,

The birds their merry matins sing,

The buds breath forth their sweet perfumes,

And butterflies are on the wing.

I pause beneath the window high,

The door is locked, the house is quiet;

'Tis there, abed, she sure must lie, -

To Wake her, - ah! I'll try it.

And pebbles hurtling through the air,

Strike full upon the window-pane,

Awakening her who slumbers there

With their insistent hurricane.

Ye gods! in my imagination,

The wondrous scene do I behold -

A nymph's bewildered consternation

At summons thus so fierce and bold.

A moment passes, then I see

The gauzy curtains drawn aside,

And sweet eyes beaming down on me,

And then a window upward glide.

Fair as the morn, with rosy light,

She blushes with a faint surprise,

Then thinking of the previous night,

In dulcet tones she softly cries:

"It should have been put out by Nan,

But I'll be down within a minute -

No, never mind, leave your own can,

And put two quarts, please, in it."