Lying Awake

You, Morningtide Star, now are steady-eyed, over the east,
       I know it as if I saw you;
You, Beeches, engrave on the sky your thin twigs, even the least;
       Had I paper and pencil I'd draw you.

You, Meadow, are white with your counterpane cover of dew,
       I see it as if I were there;
You, Churchyard, are lightening faint from the shade of the yew,
       The names creeping out everywhere.