RHAPSODY by William Stanley Braithwaite.

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.

William S. Brathwaite

Category: Love,