  Radiant sunsets garnered Through the bygone year From the earth's deep bosom, Slowly now appear. Rainbow glories flooding Forest, hill, and vale, With a ruby lustre And an amber pale. Now the forest minster Trembles as each chord Swells the rocking pine trees On the wind's keyboard. Till the music endeth In an accent drear Wailing out a requiem To the dying year. Earth her treasures gathered From the seasons past. Heapeth them an off'ring On an altar vast! Till the fires of Heaven Catch the ascending glow. And the heart of Heaven Into earth doth flow. Where is now the glory? Where is Autumn's glow? Passed into a furnace Working deep below. Forging through the darkness Gems surpassing fair, That the coming springtime In her crown shall wear! Envoi. Garner—heart—the sunsets Of thy passing years. Bygone strains of music, Remembered but in tears. Till thy sorrow's—silent, Alchemy transmute. And each broken reed of song Grows into a flute. V. R. |
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