The Tempest Dawn

In the tempest dawn I lay awake
An hour from which a soul might take
A dream of deep passion, in its sleep!
Stay a spirit in its sacred keep

Its breath in every mortal name;
the ungentle spirit of its shame
A warning plays invitations miss
Sent a dread unto this perfect bliss!

Christopher Stark
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/24/2020

Poet's note: This nine-syllable quatrain was Inspired by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr., Edgar Allan Poe, and Paul Laurence Dunbar. The first line of the first stanza and the third line of the second stanza are mine. The others, some modified by me, are AI expressions of Verse by Verse based on the three aforementioned poets. COMPOSED IN VERSE BY VERSE: An experimental AI-powered muse that helps you compose poetry inspired by classic American poets https://sites.research.google/versebyverse/

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