Days Dawn

Days dawn But over your grave Drear Sorrow always sits Never abandoning: For Light at night Up in the heavens The glad stars Looked silent and In awe Father My father For light by you In the quiet cemetery The tiny glow worms glistened And the tread of Bony phosphorus: Left quiet to itself in those Rare hours: Yet with the other Spirits Not ranging far Far from destined site Of resting You talked and whispered Only Poet Seers will view Only Philosophers and deep-browed Thought understanding feel. And When the glory of the day New day Erected itself from the pains of Nursing You were still there not Fugitive round Earth: For then you feared not nor Had to fear. For in your sweet sorrow At all day’s routine hours In succession striking For you my father Days dawned But over your grave Drear Sorrow always sat Never abandoning.