Out of the Dusk

Suddenly, out of the dusk
And odor of myrrh and musk,
Looked Yesterday, old and wise,
With love in its faded eyes.

Then all my heart's red blood
Leapt in tumultuous flood.
And I cried to the phantom: " Go,
Lie down in your shroud of snow.

" You are one with the worn-out moon,
But I, in the blaze of noon,
In the noise and the dust of strife
Must deal with the things of life.

" And my days, they go all ways,
Past the doors of blame and praise,
And whatever I keep or lack,
I never may turn me back.

" You were only a link in a chain,
A blade of the grass of the plain,
The ash where the incense burned,
A page that I wrote and turned.

" Dear shadow, abide in peace
And wait for the years to cease,
And patiently watch and see
What the Lord will do with me. "

Then Yesterday, old and wise,
With love in its faded eyes,
Waved long farewell, and passed
Into the silence vast.

Suddenly, out of the dusk
And odor of myrrh and musk,
Looked Yesterday, old and wise,
With love in its faded eyes.

Then all my heart's red blood
Leapt in tumultuous flood.
And I cried to the phantom: " Go,
Lie down in your shroud of snow.

" You are one with the worn-out moon,
But I, in the blaze of noon,
In the noise and the dust of strife
Must deal with the things of life.

" And my days, they go all ways,
Past the doors of blame and praise,
And whatever I keep or lack,
I never may turn me back.

" You were only a link in a chain,
A blade of the grass of the plain,
The ash where the incense burned,
A page that I wrote and turned.

" Dear shadow, abide in peace
And wait for the years to cease,
And patiently watch and see
What the Lord will do with me. "

Then Yesterday, old and wise,
With love in its faded eyes,
Waved long farewell, and passed
Into the silence vast.
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