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).
Date Published
01/01/1921