WE are the hours of dawn; ah, featly, featly, We foot it to the music of the sun! Ever before us, rapturously, fleetly, Hand linked in hand the nimble moments run. We are the hours of noon; ah, lightly, lightly, We tread as to some throbbing golden chord! Not with more graceful motion, nor more sprightly, Flit butterflies above the summer sward. We are the hours of eve; ah, slowly, slowly, We move as seem the rhythmic spheres to sway! The violet light about our path is holy, As round the urn of beauty passed away. We are the hours of night, the fair, the stately, Who wear the stars as maidens woven flowers; How quietly, serenely and sedately Do we complete the measure of the hours! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SPRING NOTATIONS ON BIPEDS by CARL SANDBURG SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW KNOWLEDGE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY by WALT WHITMAN THE LAY OF ST. ODILLE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE LAST MAN: RECEPTION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |