Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 21, 1911

About four o'clock this morning I woke up. Bright moonlight was streaming in the windows; I got up and looked out; it was a weird scene of ghostly moonlight, dark sky and shadowy earth. I went to sleep again but a little later I was awakened the songs of early robins, it was still moonlight but just a suspicion of daylight was coming, and as it grew lighter and lighter more robins began to sing until, as the sun came up, the air was filled with their wonderful song, that came from every direction, far and near.
Charles Burchfield, March 21, 1911