Daybreak

by Jack London

　　The blushing dawn the easy illumes, The birds their merry matins sing, The buds breath forth their sweet perfumes, And butterflies are on the wing. I pause beneath the window high, The door is locked, the house is quiet; 'Tis there, abed, she sure must lie, - To Wake her, - ah! I'll try it. And pebbles hurtling through the air, Strike full upon the window-pane, Awakening her who slumbers there With their insistent hurricane. Ye gods! in my imagination, The wondrous scene do I behold - A nymph's bewildered consternation At summons thus so fierce and bold. A moment passes, then I see The gauzy curtains drawn aside, And sweet eyes beaming down on me, And then a window upward glide. Fair as the morn, with rosy light, She blushes with a faint surprise, Then thinking of the previous night, In dulcet tones she softly cries: "It should have been put out by Nan, But I'll be down within a minute - No, never mind, leave your own can, And put two quarts, please, in it."