Roberts, J. Elizabeth Gostuycke [sic]. “March Waking.” Bedford’s Magazine 6 (March 1891): 601.
March Waking
Before the dawn, when birds crouch close together,
A soundless silvery stir the silence breaks;
So through the grayness of this mid-march weather
Something wakes.
No green has sprung between the withered grasses,
No blossom stars the roadside’s mossy miles,
Yet from the fields the frozen bareness passes;
Something smiles.
Not yet, not yet, the time of song’s full cheering;
Expectant silence all my heart enthralls;
Out of the woods and through the lonely clearing,
Something calls.