DAY hangs its light between two dusks, my heart, Always beyond the dark there is the blue. Sometime we'll leave the dark, myself and you, And revel in the light for evermore. But the deep pain of you is aching smart, And a long calling weighs upon you sore. Day hangs its light between two dusks, and song Is there at the beginning and the end. You, in the singing dusk, how could you wend The songless way Contentment fleetly wings? But in the dark your beauty shall be strong, Tho' only one should listen how it sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LOOKING INTO GOLDING'S OVID by STEVE SCAFIDI JR. A TOMB BY THE SEA by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS PRAYER by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG I CLEANED MY HOUSE TODAY by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON SHRODON FEAR: THE VU'ST PEART by WILLIAM BARNES EURYDICE by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON GENTLER JOYS by RUTH FOSS BREWER |