I.

No mocking dream art thou of summer sun, No fading shadow of the autumn’s gold; Thy sunset stars their yellow light unfold As some pale planet, when the day is done, Giveth unfailing promise of the night With its blessed hours of rest, its sparkling fields— The glittering harvest that the darkness yields Of unknown worlds far reaching out of sight. In the year’s twilight thy pale blossoms shine With faithful promise of the winter’s night— The broad, white fields with nameless stars a-light, The crystal glitter far outshining thine. In the late daylight that about thee lies, How soft thy radiance to sun-weary eyes!