Sunlit Hours

<SPAN name="XVII"></SPAN>XVII<br/> <br/> <br/> That love within our eyes may be<br/> Uttered with all clarity;<br/> Oh, let us cleanse our looks from those<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That chose</span><br/> The way of life's brutality.<br/> <br/> The dawn has flowered in red and gold,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Strange softened light</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And mist;</span><br/> It seems as though some tender down of gold<br/> And silver through the twilight kissed,<br/> With dim caresses, all our garden-ways;<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our mysterious lake displays</span><br/> Its trembling sheen of golden light;<br/> Beneath the trees swoon birds in emerald flight;<br/> And dawn, from off the gloomy plain, the hillside steep,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Doth sweep</span><br/> The last grey ashes of unwilling night.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />