A Little Song

When you, my Dear, are away, away,
How wearily goes the creeping day.
A year drags after morning, and night
Starts another year of candle light.
O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon!
Grant me, I beg of you, this boon.

Whirl round the earth as never sun
Has his diurnal journey run.
And, Moon, slip past the ladders of air
In a single flash, while your streaming hair
Catches the stars and pulls them down
To shine on some slumbering Chinese town.
O Kindly Sun! Understanding Moon!
Bring evening to crowd the footsteps of noon.

But when that long awaited day
Hangs ripe in the heavens, your voyaging stay.
Be morning, O Sun! with the lark in song,
Be afternoon for ages long.
And, Moon, let you and your lesser lights
Watch over a century of nights.

by Amy Lowell

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let you and your lesser lights Watch over a century of nights.
A little song that is a sweet song!
Footsteps. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Has gone through the poem umpteen times and still feels fresh! Thanks for sharing.
A beautiful poem 'But when that long awaited day Hangs ripe in the heavens, your voyaging stay.' is a very nice quote. Thanks for sharing and congrats.
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