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.

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on June 23, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

This poem originally appeared in Nets to Catch the Wind (Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1921).