Page:The poems of Richard Watson Gilder, Gilder, 1908.djvu/255

Rh Bards there be the deep sky under

Who in high, authentic verse

Mysteries and moods rehearse

With a voice like Sinai's thunder,

Chanting to a world of wonder.

And those have sung whose melody,

Drawn from out the living heart

With a quick, unfaltering art,

Hath power to make the listener cry:

God in heaven! It is I."

MERIDIAN

before these feet

Sinks the downward way;

A little while to greet

The light and life of day,

Then night's slow fall

Ends all.

Now forward, heart elate,

Tho' steep the pathway slope.

Time yet for love and hate,

Joy, and joy's comrade, hope,

Ere night's slow fall

Ends all.

Still the warm sky is blue,

No fleck the sunlight mars;

'Twixt hills the sea gleams through;

With twilight come the stars;

And night's slow fall

Ends all.