Evening Dew

When twilight's spectral fingers fold
Sweet blossoms of each hue;
Some half opened bud will hold
Its pearls of evening dew.

Touched with every sunshine hour
The eternal earth has shown;
All the perfume of the flower
Till it finally becomes its own.

We that wait may never find
A chance to sing our praise;
For memories we seek to bind
Take the scent of fading days.

The poet who has never spent
His words in futile strain;
For him the misty dewdrops lent
Their diamonds to the rain.

Unfastened in their fragrant bell
They tell their own dear tales;
Then from the cloud from which they fell
Their haunting scent exhales.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
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COMMENTS
Clarence Prince 19 July 2012
Nicely written! A lovely read! Well done! Blessings!
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