When you, my Dear, are away, away, <br />How wearily goes the creeping day. <br />A year drags after morning, and night <br />Starts another year of candle light. <br />O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon! <br />Grant me, I beg of you, this boon. <br /> <br />Whirl round the earth as never sun <br />Has his diurnal journey run. <br />And, Moon, slip past the ladders of air <br />In a single flash, while your streaming hair <br />Catches the stars and pulls them down <br />To shine on some slumbering Chinese town. <br />O Kindly Sun! Understanding Moon! <br />Bring evening to crowd the footsteps of noon. <br /> <br />But when that long awaited day <br />Hangs ripe in the heavens, your voyaging stay. <br />Be morning, O Sun! with the lark in song, <br />Be afternoon for ages long. <br />And, Moon, let you and your lesser lights <br />Watch over a century of nights.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-song/
