Tag: Things End As They Begin

The sun in parting crowns the west with flame,
A fleeting splendor yielded to the shade;
What morning gilded, dusk resumes in claim
And proves how brief the glory light hath made.

The season wanes, yet keeps its ancient round,
Its end enscrolled where first its course was writ;
What once lay lost in silence shall be found,
For time recalls what hearts would fain omit.

So doth the soul, when judgment draweth near,
Discern within its close the selfsame strain;
The first sweet note returns, though harsher, clear,
And strikes with weight the mortal breast again.

Each sunset speaks what day could not defend:
The way a thing began holds fast its end.

Jill Szoo Wilson, 10/25

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