Classic Poem

Dawn steals with golden veil along the eastern skies,
And with her garish state hides distance from our eyes.

The goddess of the night lays off her starry gown
To walk awhile unseen through wood and field and town;

And in the sun's parade my heart is home-sick quite
Longing and lonely for the far eternal light

So, while the noise of day across the green earth runs,
I hold my constant dream of twice ten thousand suns,

And leaning from the light to press my wistful lips
With lingering tenderness upon Night's finger-tips,

I watch the westering sun go down beneath the line
Till star-eyes softly beaming smile shyly into mine.

With blue, or gold, or green, or lustrous purple dight,
Your eyes are pure and kind and true, my Goddess, Night.