Sonnet, The Gracious Light That Comes Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The gracious light that comes in to dark deep
With flowers of the burning heat and shine
Each color drawn on to the horizon line
When dawn comes up for heart in love to keep
In looks of magnificence heavenly sky
Where the youth and its reassemble catch their thought
With beauty to adore and life its worth taught
Within given question in asking why
The wayfarer high most pitch in feeble delay
With every feeling that climbs its step up
And gives of touch its appearing and weigh
Like that of water that dries in times cup
The affable look that comes in days awake
And goes back with dim of nights murky take