Gold

By Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

WHEN life wakened in the Spring

All the world was gold and green!

Sunlight lay on everything,

Sailing cloud and soaring wing,

Emerald banks where snow had been,

Drifts of daffodils between.

When Life's pulse beat strong and high

Shone the world in gold and blue!

Canopied with turquoise sky

Summer passed superbly by,

Bluest midnight cupped the dew

Golden morn might sparkle through!

Now that life would rest again

Soft she lies in gold and brown,

Brown the fields and gold the grain,

Brown the little pools of rain,

Gold the leaves that falter down

To brown pavements in the town.