Classic Poem

All the Morning in a face, —
Freshness of all happy space!
Sense of sunrise in a sky
Serious still with stars gone by;
Sense of song in waking woods,
Winds a-laugh in solitudes,
Dawn surprising dewy fields,
Springing sounds as slumber yields,
Breaths of prayer, the rush of wings, —
Morning, deep with happy things!

Summer Twilight in a face!
Evening shadows stilling space;
Two stars in a silent sky;
After-calm, — a sun gone by;
Wood-paths darkening, bird-song closing,
Flowers on their stems reposing;
Widening, widening, from the grass
Rhythmic tides of music pass, —
Pass within, and hush the streams,
Whose thought-babble dies in dreams!

These before me seem to rise,
When they look me in the eyes.