Date Before Dawn

I LIVE in the hills, but I wake beside the sea;
My chimney stands beside a mountain stream,
Where hills lean on my roof, outrank my tree,
Hem in my dream.

But before the song of a bird disturbs the dawn,
I wake where the surf in vades the rocks of Maine,
Hard by a cove where the steadfast tide is drawn
Seaward again.

And the solid hills recede beyond my reach,
Shadows behind the streaming hair of joy
As I race the salty day on a sea-washed beach —
Girl without boy!