GRAY hours have cities, <br />Green hours have rhymes <br />Of hearts grown loving <br />In old summertimes, <br />But the white hours have only <br />A cloud in the sky <br />And a star, bright and lonely, <br />To remember them by. <br /> <br />Gold hours have laughter, <br />Red hours have song <br />Drawn from lost fountains <br />Of beauty and wrong. <br />But the white hours,–O, tender <br />As rose-flakes they lie, <br />With youth's fallen splendour <br />To remember them by.<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-coloured-hours/
