Some write of
the sunbeams
that come in the
morning,
Breaking the
night and
dispelling the
gloom;
While dew drops,
like jewels each
petal adorning,
Shimmer and
glisten their
farewell too
soon.
Some write of
the sunbeams
that come at the
noontide,
Giving their
life to earth's
dwellers below;
Though storm
clouds may
gather and for a
time hide
Their streaming
abundance of
warmth and red
glow.
But I write of
the sunbeams
that linger at
evening,
Painting with
rose hues the
horizon afar,
Spreading
effulgence with
lavish
bequeathing
Of all of their
glory to night's
distant star.
--Robert C.
Barnett. |
