WE are the hours of dawn; ah, featly, featly, We foot it to the music of the sun! Ever before us, rapturously, fleetly, Hand linked in hand the nimble moments run. We are the hours of noon; ah, lightly, lightly, We tread as to some throbbing golden chord! Not with more graceful motion, nor more sprightly, Flit butterflies above the summer sward. We are the hours of eve; ah, slowly, slowly, We move as seem the rhythmic spheres to sway! The violet light about our path is holy, As round the urn of beauty passed away. We are the hours of night, the fair, the stately, Who wear the stars as maidens woven flowers; How quietly, serenely and sedately Do we complete the measure of the hours! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER THICKET by SHARON OLDS TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE MOSS ROSE by FRIEDRICH ADOLF KRUMMACHER VENUS AND ADONIS by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CAELIA: SONNETS: 3 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 66 by BLISS CARMAN AN INVITATION TO CELEBRATE THE BIRTHDAY OF THE POET MOORE by JOHN CHALK CLARIS |