 | The poems of Celia Thaxter |  |
“THE SUNRISE NEVER FAILED US YET”
Upon the sadness of the sea
The sunset broods regretfully;
From the far lonely spaces, slow
Withdraws the wistful afterglow.
The sunset broods regretfully;
From the far lonely spaces, slow
Withdraws the wistful afterglow.
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So out of life the splendor dies;
So darken all the happy skies;
So gathers twilight, cold and stern;
But overhead the planets burn;
So darken all the happy skies;
So gathers twilight, cold and stern;
But overhead the planets burn;
And up the east another day
Shall chase the bitter dark away;
What though our eyes with tears be wet?
The sunrise never failed us yet.
Shall chase the bitter dark away;
What though our eyes with tears be wet?
The sunrise never failed us yet.
The blush of dawn may yet restore
Our light and hope and joy once more.
Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget
That sunrise never failed us yet!
Our light and hope and joy once more.
Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget
That sunrise never failed us yet!
| The poems of Celia Thaxter | |