Sunday 6 October 2013

S h i n e .


They glide upon their endless way,
For ever calm, for ever bright,No blind hurry, no delay,
Mark thc daughters of thc Night;They follow in the track of Day,
In divine delight.
Shine on, sweet orbed souls, for aye,
For every calm, for ever bright:Wc ask not whither lies your way,
Nor whence ye came, nor what your light.
Bc still a dream throughout the day,
A blessing through the night
-Bryan Waller Procter.