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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
 
1166. Thefts of the Morning
 
By Edith Matilda Thomas
 
 
BIND us the Morning, mother of the stars
And of the winds that usher in the day!
Ere her light fingers slide the eastern bars,
A netted snare before her footsteps lay;
Ere the pale roses of the mist be strown,        5
Bind us the Morning, and restore our own!
 
With her have passed all things we held most dear,
Most subtly guarded from her amorous stealth;
We nothing gathered, toiling year by year,
But she hath claimed it for increase of wealth;        10
Our gems make bright her crown, incrust her throne:
Bind us the Morning, and restore our own!
 
Where are they gone, who round our myrtles played,
Or bent the vines’ rich fruitage to our hands,
Or breathed deep song from out the laurels’ shade?        15
She drew them to her,—who can slack the bands?
What lure she used, what toils, was never known:
Bind us the Morning, and restore our own!
 
Enough that for her sake Orion died,
Slain by the silver Archer of the sky,—        20
That Ilion’s prince amid her splendors wide
Lies chained by age, nor wins his prayer to die;
Enough! but hark! Our captive loves make moan:
Bind us the Morning, and restore our own!
 
We have beheld them whom we lost of old,        25
Among her choiring Hours, in sorrow bowed.
A moment gleam their faces, faint and cold,
Through some high oriel window wreathed with cloud,
Or on the wind before her they are blown:
Bind us the Morning, and restore our own!        30
 
They do her service at the noiseless looms
That weave the misty vesture of the hills;
Their tears are drink to thirsting grass and blooms,
Their breath the darkling wood-bird wakes and thrills;
Us too they seek, but far adrift are thrown:        35
Bind us the Morning, and restore our own!
 
Yea, cry her Thief! from where the light doth break
To where it merges in the western deep!
If aught of ours she, startled, should for sake,
Such waifs the waiting Night for us will keep.        40
But stay not; still pursue her, falsely flown:
Bind us the Morning, and restore our own!
 

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