DAY hangs its light between two dusks, my heart, Always beyond the dark there is the blue. Sometime we'll leave the dark, myself and you, And revel in the light for evermore. But the deep pain of you is aching smart, And a long calling weighs upon you sore. Day hangs its light between two dusks, and song Is there at the beginning and the end. You, in the singing dusk, how could you wend The songless way Contentment fleetly wings? But in the dark your beauty shall be strong, Tho' only one should listen how it sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROAST LEVIATHAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LOST PLEIAD by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS CORRYMEELA by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE LOOKING FORWARD by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA A CALL TO ARMS by MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 3 by WILLIAM BLAKE A JAPANESE EVENING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON READING THAT THE REBUILDING OF YPRES APPROACHED COMPLETION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |