23.07.2007, 08:44
A NIGHT of stars and dreams, of dreams and sleep;
A waking into another empty day –
But not unlovely all, for then I say,
"To-morrow!" Through the hours that light doth creep
Higher in the heavens, as down the heavenly steep
Sinks the slow sun. Another evening gray,
Made glorious by the morn that comes that way;
Another night, and then To-day doth leap
Upon the world! Oh quick the moments fly
That bring that one, the hand-maiden and queen
Of moments all! Swift up the shaking sky
Rushes the sun from out its dolesome den;
And then the sacred time doth yearn more nigh;
A long, brief waiting in the dark- and then!
A waking into another empty day –
But not unlovely all, for then I say,
"To-morrow!" Through the hours that light doth creep
Higher in the heavens, as down the heavenly steep
Sinks the slow sun. Another evening gray,
Made glorious by the morn that comes that way;
Another night, and then To-day doth leap
Upon the world! Oh quick the moments fly
That bring that one, the hand-maiden and queen
Of moments all! Swift up the shaking sky
Rushes the sun from out its dolesome den;
And then the sacred time doth yearn more nigh;
A long, brief waiting in the dark- and then!