Purple evenings and gray dawns Have traced patterns in our hearts. Evenings when the earth is wet We have dreamed beside a fire, Dreamed of yesterdays -- and yet -- We have looked ahead and higher; Hoping -- lest the fading day Close our eyes to purple light, Lest it steal away the magic Of the evening -- leaving night. Gray dawns when the world is still We have known and forgotten a sorrow, Hardly a scar is left of the ill, And it will vanish tomorrow; Fade like the shadows of dawn on the hill When thoughts of the future sing, Deep in our hearts, our dreams and our wills And we can but remember the spring; When purple evenings and gray dawns Traced their patterns in our hearts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 14. OVER THE COFFIN by THOMAS HARDY THE MAIDEN CITY by CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH TONNA CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |