To-night, God knows what thing shall tide,
The Earth is racked and fain–
Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed;
And we, who from the Earth were made,
Thrill with our Mother’s pain.
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False Dawn
Poem
To-night, God knows what thing shall tide,
The Earth is racked and fain–
Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed;
And we, who from the Earth were made,
Thrill with our Mother’s pain.
