Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Ill Children of Sun (night) A day has come at last to be withdrawn Children of Sun, the day that may be years— For Clay, and Heart, have passed their ways of fears. The Soul is coming near us, and is won,— As thwart the afternoon, the seeds of night, Fell idly from the red roof of the Sun, As falls a fountain in a mirrored cave Recalling to the day her western dawn. Then slowly, as when sorrow turns to tears, The dew descended, the last flowers of light Budded to burst and close, and when the dunne Succeeded crimson on the winged way Where palls the succulating twilight wave I knew, I knew no longer was the day. Then felt I in my pulses a strange change, The calling which Earth called, another causality— As if my being were before her dawn. The force which made her life with mine agree, The part of void we were both set upon, The loop of dark which had around us range, The feel, the instinct, we could not estrange, As round all births, doth cling the mystic night Intangible expeller unto light, Now here returned, to bid us to return To paths of dark, the twilight Sun should earn. The long day took his path across the sea, And as a peacock, trailed his train abroad, The west sky mimicking the eastern rise Put on a robe of rose As for emprise, And sunk on the horizon as a lord. Breath faintly comes, and goes In birth, and death, and breathing faint with sighs— The scarlet turns to black, the twilight shades to both, The same procession of morn's pageant show, Willing it came, and willing it shall go, As doth all beauty round experiment Weave the lost symbol of the times intent, As rain fed clouds are the sky's ornament. As eve to day plighted her widowed troth! Children of...