William Allyn Hill, "Night Walks Down the Mountain" (1928)
NIGHT walks down the mountain,
Treads upon the meades,
Swings an orange lantern,
Wears the stars as beads.
Quietly she makes her bed
Just outside my door—
Then spreads a dewy carpet
On earth—which is her floor.
She lays her head on daisies,
Is fanned by gentle breeze,
Her lullaby is softly sung
By the swaying trees.
She rises in the morning
And, dancing mad and high,
Pulls in all the broken dreams
That drift across the sky.
She breaks her string of star beads
And places every one
In the eyes of babies.
Just before the sun
Creeps up o'er the hilltops
In the far, far east—
She drinks a draught of dawn-wine
And has an early feast.
Then Night walks down the valley.
Slowly, far away—
I see her take her lantern
And hand it on to day!
Published in Four Lincoln University Poets, 1928
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- "Four Lincoln University Poets" (Anthology, 1930) Amardeep Singh