Rondeau—Beyond The Verge

BEYOND the verge of night dost sigh To watch the glow of reddening sky, While sleep the worldlings wrapt in grey Of mist and dreams that round them play In semblance of reality?

Thought’s craggy cliff is steep to try, That walls the future, yet Hope’s eye Doth catch the breaking beacon ray Beyond the verge.

Now gleam and glance in gold array Bright vanes on towers that meet half-way Like spears and torches held on high, And flashing as the wind sweeps by— The herald’s fleet of that new day Beyond the verge.