Glint of the sun thrown back from the gray, Glare of the light in the noon's brightest ray, Why does your glitter and glare oppress? Why is it rather a pain than caress? Gleam on the plain, hillcrest, and in air, Flash on the trees and the mountain stair, How do you stab us to soul recoil? How steal the zest from our moments of toil? Rose of the dawn, and blue of the night, Gray of the clouds when elements fight, Shadow us all for an hour of peace, That cool oasis where riotings cease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NIGHT AND DAY: 2 by ISAAC ROSENBERG FROM THE SHORE by CARL SANDBURG THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: THE ROAD TO BUFFALO by KAREN SWENSON |