A diamond of a morning Waked me an hour too soon; Dawn had taken in the stars And left the faint white moon.
O white moon, you are lonely, It is the same with me, But we have the world to roam over, Only the lonely are free.
A diamond of a morning wakes the speaker an hour too soon, and the first thing she notices is absence: the stars are gone, and only a faint white moon remains. She speaks to that moon as if it were a fellow spirit—pale, quiet, and alone in the early light. There is no self-pity here.
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