Classic Poem

I

How will the night
Take flight?
How will the bright
Daylight
Waken our sleep?
Will it dart or creep
To kiss away our dreams?
Will its earliest gleams,
Zenith-high
In a cloudless sky,
Dazzle our eyes
With sudden surprise?

II

Ah, nay, 'twill hide
Inside
A dusky cloud,
To shroud
Its gleam and glare,
Blindingly fair.
'Twill hide itself beneath
The dusky cloud of death,
And softly, slowly,
White and holy,
From shadow creep
To waken our sleep.