A golden largesse from a store untold <br />Announced the ruddy day's imperial birth, <br />And woke a loyal world to jubilant mirth <br />And hopes that boasted, madly over-bold. <br />Shadow and thunder from a dull cloud rolled, <br />A shiver chilled the lately glittering firth, <br />As gloom set heavy hand upon the earth; <br />Yet look, on westward hills a gleam of gold. <br />You have laughed and bidden us laugh, O lord of jest; <br />You have wept and given us grief, O lonely friend; <br />And now we sit with silent lips and white, <br />And dream what craggy ways thou wanderest, <br />Not finding yet of hope or strife an end, <br />O soul set free from bondage of the night.<br /><br />John Le Gay Brereton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yorick-2/
