A pain become pleasure; A silence become song; Sorrow moving to joy's measure; A night gold-draped as dawn. The pink adornéd heavens; The low tone of the breeze; A little child star-gazing — The mariner of dreams' deep seas. Oh, the gladness that comes here, When memory brings the hour in Through the portals of reverie, When the one star doth the sun bedim. Indeed, a gladness born of sadness, Those days held in memory's sieve Like numberless gems from Time's mine, That their mother-mine outlive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOPHISTICATION by CONRAD AIKEN ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH EVERYBODY KNOWS by DAVID IGNATOW THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW HOPE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |