Caroling Dusk/What Do I Care for Morning
WHAT DO I CARE FOR MORNING
What do I care for morning,For a shivering aspen tree,For sun flowers and sumacOpening greedily?What do I care for morning,For the glare of the rising sun,For a sparrow’s noisy prating,For another day begun?Give me the beauty of evening,The cool consummation of night,And the moon like a love-sick lady,Listless and wan and white.Give me a little valleyHuddled beside a hill,Like a monk in a monastery,Safe and contented and still,Give me the white road glistening,A strand of the pale moon’s hair,And the tall hemlocks toweringDark as the moon is fair.Oh what do I care for morning,Naked and newly born—Night is here, yielding and tender—What do I care for dawn!