The Yellow Book/Volume 4/Day and Night
Day and Night
By E. Nesbit
All day the glorious Sun caressed Wide meadows and white winding way, And on the Earth's soft heaving breast Heart-warm his royal kisses lay. She looked up in his face and smiled, With mists of love her face seemed dim; The golden Emperor was beguiled, To dream she would be true to him.
Yet was there, 'neath his golden shower, No end of love for him astir; She waited, dreaming, for the hour When Night, her love, should come to her; When 'neath Night's mantle she should creep And feel his arms about her cling, When the soft tears true lovers weep Should make amends for everything.