Poems (Kennedy)/Sweet o' The Day

by Sara Beaumont Kennedy

POEMS

SWEET O' THE DAY

THE lengthening shadows seek the backward trails. The birds, on silken, silent wings    That leave no clue,Drift by. The hill tops shimmer pale with gold,And, higher still, a slender crescent sails  Like phantom of a vanished world,  And all is hushed and all is still—    Dusk o' the day, dear heart,      Dusk o' the day—and you.

A sudden rush of stars beyond the tangled wood  A slowing down of all the surge of sound    That noontide knew.A homeward-wending road that leaves behindThe lairs of fret and all their trouble-brood  And leads where burns your window light;  And all is peace and all is love—    Sweet o' the day, dear heart,      Sweet o' the day—and you!