A Little Song

 When you, my Dear, are away, away,
How wearily goes the creeping day.

A year drags after morning, and night
Starts another year of candle light.

O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon!
Grant me, I beg of you, this boon.

Whirl round the earth as never sun
Has his diurnal journey run.

And, Moon, slip past the ladders of air
In a single flash, while your streaming hair
Catches the stars and pulls them down
To shine on some slumbering Chinese town.

O Kindly Sun! Understanding Moon!
Bring evening to crowd the footsteps of noon.

But when that long awaited day
Hangs ripe in the heavens, your voyaging stay.

Be morning, O Sun! with the lark in song,
Be afternoon for ages long.

And, Moon, let you and your lesser lights
Watch over a century of nights.

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