Classic Poem

A LITTLE lyric the sunset gleamed
At eve, a heart-song warm with love,
Light-drenched gold, and a pink that dreamed;
Shot with life and the sweet thereof,
Yet inly, deeply calm it seemed.

At morn an epic filled the eye,
Moving grand with a hero's gait;
Rain that raged in a wide, gray sky,
Winds that moaned disconsolate,
An elemental clash and cry.