Poem by Elinor Wylie

Sunset on the Spire

All that I dream
By day or night
Lives in that stream
Of lovely light.
Here is the earth,
And there is the spire;
This is my hearth,
And that is my fire.
From the sun's dome
I am shouted proof
That this is my home,
And that is my roof.
Here is my food,
And here is my drink,
And I am wooed
From the moon's brink.
And the days go over,
And the nights end;
Here is my lover,
Here is my friend.
All that I
Can ever ask
Wears that sky
Like a thin gold mask.

1. The Pekingese
2. One Person
3. In Our Content, before the Autumn Came
4. Upon Your Heart, Which Is.the Heart of All
5. Absent Thee from Felicity Awhile

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