AT DAWN 
 

 
He came in the glow of the noon-tide sun,
He came in the dusk when the day was done,
He came with the stars; but I saw him not,
  I saw him not.
 
But ah, when the sun with his earliest ray
Was kissing the tears of the night away,
I dreamed of the moisture of warm wet lips
  Upon my lips.
 
Then sudden the shades of night took wing,
And I saw that love was a beauteous thing,
For I clasped to my breast my curl-crowned king,
  My sweet boy-king.

 
 
   Lord Alfred Douglas.