Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 3. 24. “A Night of Stars and Dreams”

A night of stars and dreams, of dreams and sleep;
⁠     A waking into another empty day—
⁠     But not unlovely all, for then I say:
⁠     "To-morrow!" Through the hours this light doth creep
Higher in the heavens, as down the heavenly steep
⁠     Sinks the slow sun. Another evening gray,
⁠     Made glorious by the morn that comes that way;
⁠     Another night, and then To-day doth leap
Upon the world! O, quick the hours do fly,
⁠     Of that new day which brings the moment when
     ⁠We meet at last! Swift up the shaking sky
Rushes the sun from out its dismal den;
⁠     And then the wisht for time doth yearn more nigh;
     ⁠A white robe glimmering in the dark—and then!