Matins
Jeanne D'Orge
    
    The crust of sleep is broken
Abruptly--
I look drowsily
Through the wide crack.
I do not know whether I see
The minds, bird shaped,
Flacking upon the bough of morning;
Or three delicately tinted souls
Butterflying in the sun;
Or three brown-fleshed, husky children
Sprawling hilarious 
Over my bed
And me.

Jean D'Orge,  born on November 22, 1877 in England
was an American writer and painter. She died on May 2, 1964.