Day And Night

They said to me, “The days are not so far off When she will come, who gave her heart to thee;” And still I wait, while twilight’s lonely star, off Her long-loved hills, dips dewy to the sea.

And I recall that night, which gave its soul of Calm beauty to the earth, when she did give Her love’s white starlight to the rugged whole of My barren life and bade me see and live.

The days go by, and my sick soul recalls but The revelation of that evening sky: The days! whose hours are as narrow walls,--but Of whiter shadow,--where hearts break and die.

The day is error’s: it can but deceive us With shows of Earth, blind with the primal curse. The night is truth’s: its myriad fires weave us The thoughts of God, the visible universe.