Classic Poem

Given a central sun — and a rolling world;
Into the light we whirl — and call it day;
Into the dark we turn — and call it night;
Glow of the dawn — glory of mid-day light —
Shadow of eve — rest of the flower-sweet night —
And the dawn again!

Given a constant Soul — and a passing form;
Into the light we grow — and call it life;
Into the dark we go — and call it death;
Glory of youth — beauty and pride and power —
Shadow of age — rest of the final hour —
And are born again!