The darkness of the imminent night <br /> Will soon arrive, by spatial law; <br />The stars not yet their radiant light <br /> Shine forth and compass us in awe. <br /> <br />The sun his daily course has run; <br /> And trudges wearily to bed; <br />Our mortal day is almost done, <br /> All actions done, all our words said. <br /> <br />And as the sun, howe’er unwilling, <br /> Other parts of the world to glad, <br />Moves on, I see an almost thrilling <br /> Light, eerie, desperate, and sad. <br /> <br />The clouds not high above it show <br /> By their grim hue of darkling death <br />That they are sorry he must go <br /> And the Sun’s Light this witnesseth. <br /> <br />I look around; what do I see <br /> At this unjoyful twilight hour? <br />All that surrounds me seems to be <br /> More dark by night, and reft of power. <br /> <br />What light there is is made by man, <br /> Except those evanescent rays <br />The sun gave as his course he ran, <br /> And e’er does these declining days. <br /> <br />Am I alone in being brought, <br /> This hour which they say is glad, <br />To thinking melancholy thoughts, <br /> And being render’d, thereby, sad? <br /> <br />The darkness deepens; still no star <br /> Adorns the heavens the LORD GOD made; <br />But tho’ invisible, there they are, <br /> Made clear to us by nightly shade; <br /> <br />There must therefore in ev’ry plight <br /> Some faintest glimmer of hope be, <br />And, come what may, the darkest night <br /> A glorious rising sun must see. <br /> <br />(Saturday,27th August,2005.)<br /><br />David Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-arising-from-twilight/
