All that I dream <br />By day or night <br />Lives in that stream <br />Of lovely light. <br />Here is the earth, <br />And there is the spire; <br />This is my hearth, <br />And that is my fire. <br />From the sun's dome <br />I am shouted proof <br />That this is my home, <br />And that is my roof. <br />Here is my food, <br />And here is my drink, <br />And I am wooed <br />From the moon's brink. <br />And the days go over, <br />And the nights end; <br />Here is my lover, <br />Here is my friend. <br />All that I <br />Can ever ask <br />Wears that sky <br />Like a thin gold mask.<br /><br />Elinor Morton Wylie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunset-on-the-spire/
