by Nelle Richmond Eberhart (1871 - 1944)

The White Dawn is Stealing
Language: English 
The white dawn is stealing above the dark cedar trees,
  The young corn is waving its blades in the morning breeze;
The birds chant so lonely, the leaves softly moan above,
  The heart of me sighs, the heart of me sighs for love.

My signal I flash where the spring's silver waters lie,
  My love-call I send on the winds that are floating by.
Then come, oh, thy coming shall be as the dawn to me,
  The heart of me sighs, the heart of me sighs for thee.

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Researcher for this text: Geoffrey Wieting

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 88