Poems (Radford)/For Windows by Louis Davis
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For Windows by Louis Davis
Arising from her jewelled bower,
Dawn steps from out the flaming sky,
And in her hand are hopes that flower,
And at her feet the hours that die.
Dawn steps from out the flaming sky,
And in her hand are hopes that flower,
And at her feet the hours that die.
But ere the darkest shadows fall,
Sweet Evening comes from twilight lands,
She pours her peace upon us all,
And touches us with healing hands.
Sweet Evening comes from twilight lands,
She pours her peace upon us all,
And touches us with healing hands.