SUNSET ON THE SPIRE

All that I dream

By day or night

Lives in that stream

Of lovely light.

Here is the earth,

And there is the spire;

This is my hearth,

And that is my fire.

From the sun's dome

I am shouted proof

That this is my home,

And that is my roof.

Here is my food,

And here is my drink,

And I am wooed

From the moon's brink.

And the days go over,

And the nights end;

Here is my lover,

Here is my friend.

All that I

Could ever ask

Wears that sky

Like a thin gold mask.