Blue

From the ambitious day’s brightness

And from the desperate night’s darkness

There is a meeting time when gentle light caresses

With dawn’s soothing blues of redresses;

Or with dusk’s wistful tears in crimson prism-

Brushing life’s pained canvass into a blended schism.

Blue is a wayward son; the reluctant child

Who is the farthest away from all that is wild.