When the great sower, Night, <br />Lets down his sable bars, <br />He goes into his endless fields <br />To plant his seed, the stars. <br /> <br />And then the wintry Dawn <br />Comes with her icy hand, <br />And blights with snowy clouds the flowers <br />In that wide, heavenly land.<br /><br />Charles Hanson Towne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-meadows-of-the-sky/
