when a passing had occured
and night became the day
the solitude which was assured
roamed lonesomely away
all the mighty of their will
and all the weak that were
sat idly waiting up until
the break of day had stirred
on that hour passing through
when light should pierce the dark
stood resplendent on the dew
the sun's inerrant mark
better is not always change
nor same always the better
how expressly, vainly strange
that both should serve in fetters
for without aid of yesterday
never would come tomorrow
which timely came without delay
to end the twilight's sorrow