Poems (Kennedy)/The Dream Road
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POEMS
SWEET O' THE DAY
THE lengthening shadows seek the backward trails.
The birds, on silken, silent wings
That leave no clue,
Drift by. The hill tops shimmer pale with gold,
And, higher still, a slender crescent sails
Like phantom of a vanished world,
And all is hushed and all is still—
Dusk o' the day, dear heart,
Dusk o' the day—and you.
The birds, on silken, silent wings
That leave no clue,
Drift by. The hill tops shimmer pale with gold,
And, higher still, a slender crescent sails
Like phantom of a vanished world,
And all is hushed and all is still—
Dusk o' the day, dear heart,
Dusk o' the day—and you.
A sudden rush of stars beyond the tangled wood
A slowing down of all the surge of sound
That noontide knew.
A homeward-wending road that leaves behind
The lairs of fret and all their trouble-brood
And leads where burns your window light;
And all is peace and all is love—
Sweet o' the day, dear heart,
Sweet o' the day—and you!
A slowing down of all the surge of sound
That noontide knew.
A homeward-wending road that leaves behind
The lairs of fret and all their trouble-brood
And leads where burns your window light;
And all is peace and all is love—
Sweet o' the day, dear heart,
Sweet o' the day—and you!