by John Vance Cheney

John Vance Cheney

Soft follower of the early star,

Once more I feel you drawing near.

Come! for my evening is not come

Till you are here.

You make it—as yourself is made—

Of loveliest, sweet, untroubled things,

Fled with love's day. I feel love's night

Fall from your wings.

Last updated September 07, 2017