Sunlit day and starlit night Men of science measure light. We, who walk and never care How long light takes from here to there, But linger on a treeless hill Where light blooms like a daffodil, Where light flows from the evening star Like water from a copper jar -- We, whose sunlight gilds the grass Like wine from heaven's down-turned glass In a meadow at high noon -- Who hear it in a cricket's croon, Who see besotted bumblebees Wading sunlight to their knees In a tiger lily's throat, We make genuflection to The rainbow in a drop of dew Hoarding twilight, sunset, dawn And remembered moonlight on A lost and lovely woman's face, Light no darkness can erase. We hold light to treasure it But never care to measure it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON CHRISMUS ON THE PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WREATHE THE BOWL by THOMAS MOORE BALLAD: THE THINGS OF NO ACCOUNT by FRANCOIS VILLON THE DIVAGATOR by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |