The dawn, deferring anguished men to cold impartial day
In long, but ill forgotten hours after early morning rays
The clouds now tinged with red and crinkled gold relay
A parting gift from evening’s dress, a painting in the shade
-a moonlight serenade-
And then in early day did rapture show her eyes of blue
Wings of birds and whisper trees make nothing a thing to do
The grass, an endless silken path to summer days too few
The silence as a wolf, alone at night with no-one but the moon
-the daylight fades-
An’ evening shows her feathered gown, of royal blue and gold
Alights upon the sky, as oil from the brush in colors bold
We weary folk will walk the roads of night, our tales untold
Every day a mystery, a marble-glass, so wondrous to behold
Starlight alone gives a path in a moonless sky
And every night is whispering, come evening’s morning sigh