Another Day, Another Night

How the hills have changed their faces Since I saw them at the dawn, When the sky was pale and empty And the day was not yet born. Now the night has called his children, Moon and Stars, come crowned to reign, And the dusk has brought the darkness And the darkness brings the rain. Though my view has slowly vanished Like the faces in a dream, And the brink of the horizon Bears the last of daylight’s gleam. Every day has its own glory Every sunrise has its set, So I watch the fading mountains With no feeling of regret. In the dark I hear the fingers Of the rain against the glass, As she leave her water touches On window panes and grass. How the wind now lifts her gently With its wings of sea-born air, In its feathers lies the moonlight Sifting softly through her hair. She will kiss the pink storm-lily with the gift of silver dew, And the face of every mountain In the morning will be new.