SUNS rise and set, stars flash and darken:
To-day I stand alone and hearken
Unto this counsel, old and wise:
“As shadows still we flee.” The blossom
May hide the rare fruit in its bosom,
But in the core the canker lies.
II.
To-day I stand alone and listen—
While on my cheek the teardrops glisten
And a strange blindness veils my sight,