The Sunrise Runs For Both

poem 710

The Sunrise runs for Both The East Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill The Noon unwinds Her Blue Till One Breadth cover Two Remotest still Nor does the Night forget A Lamp for Each to set Wicks wide away The North Her blazing Sign Erects in Iodine Till Both can see The Midnight’s Dusky Arms Clasp Hemispheres, and Homes And so Upon Her Bosom One And One upon Her Hem Both lie