Day Slants Against the Surf of Falling Night

Day slants against the surf of falling night Across the sky The wishbone comes aligned in feathered flight Sparkling the eye Seemless they move in majesty of white Passing mountains Mesmerized, cotton upon cotton - bright Curdling fountains Flowing through an orange sea in poet's delight Singing with praise Against the deafness of earth, O they light The dappled days Brim with faith, and radiant all wisdom glow A rosy sun A beauty that from God alone could flow Where wild dreams run Now stars will comfort me through the night The herons gone For clouds and hills to sing me on my flight To the bright dawn