CAME THE DAWN
Morning
came.
The
wanly tepid sun
From
out the mist did creep
Yet
chilled but more the coldness in my heart.
Night
was o’er
And
love its course had run.
We
woke up from our sleep
Despairingly
aware that we must part.
Daylight
brought
The
terror of our thoughts
And
ache of throbbing flesh
And
knowledge that from our of love comes grief.
Autumn’s
gift:
The
message it imports,
The
pain and bitter crush
Of
ending joy; yet promising relief.
Come
there must
Another
wak’ning day,
The
promise of a hope
That
this too eager flesh will yet unite
In
the Spring
The
well-tide of our gay
And
sacrificial stream.
Naught
else but this can fancies thoughts ignite.