Beg of Night

The dawning sky lightened as day crept up the horizon pushing Night toward his exit passage While all of early rising could hear the wind of Night pleading piteously to the Day: Do let me stay cast me not away from Earth, my love so dear, His grieving tears of pink and rose bright scaring early morning sky. Good-bye, good-bye, cried the Night to his beloved Earth each clock tick away from you I’ll cry His sighing scattering adrift A ream of puff white handkerchiefs to cloud-dot Day’s blue fresh sky. Such was his sad farewell to his love dear Earth. So in wait Night coursed the southern back world until the hours be clocked away, Waiting for sunset when he would chase a tired Day away in a dazzling blaze of streaked glory, To then again softly shroud his beloved Earth in his loving arms of Night.