At daybreak, I heard the birds
Brag of their new loves
In the dark oak trees
Around my house.
And in that half-light
And sweet awakening,
I shivered under the blankets,
Naked as I was,
Remembering the way you used to rise early
With soft step,
Obscure purpose,
To stand at the open window,
Breathing the silence
With eyes raised
Watching the light’s slow coming,
Coming to say,
You have been exceptionally favored
By a power magnificent and terrible.