Listen

We borrow,

In our sorrow,

From the sun of some to-morrow

Half the light that gilds to-day;

And the splendor

Flashes tender

O'er hope's footsteps to defend her

From the fears that haunt the way.

We never

Here can sever

Any now from the forever

Interclasping near and far!

For each minute

Holds within it

All the hours of the infinite,

As one sky holds every star.