I am glad daylong for the gift of song,
For time and change and sorrow;
For the sunset wings and the world-end things
Which hang on the edge of tomorrow.
I am glad for the heart whose gates apart
Are the entrance-place of wonders,
Where dreams come from the rush and din
Like sheep from the rains and thunders…
Copright 1948 by William Stanley Braithwaite.
Reference:
William S. Brathwaite
I have sown beside all waters in my day.
I planted deep, within my heart the fear That wind or fowl would take the grain away.
