With subtle hands the day is clad
In robes of deeper hue
Its pastures which were light and glad
Are heavy now with dew
I am happy, I am sad
And I am missing you
The shaded grove where children played
Are moon-kissed now, and still
The passion of high noon is laid
Beyond the darkened hill
My noonday thoughts are worn and frayed
I sigh, against my will
Upon the bosom of the sky
The dazzling starlight gleams
It is caught within my eye
And in Time’s sully streams
It gives no thought of you and I
Or things as slight as dreams
J~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!