Day and Night
By E. Nesbit
ALL day the glorious Sun caressed
Wide meadows and white winding way,
And on the Earth’s soft heaving breast
Heart-warm his royal kisses lay.
She looked up in his face and smiled,
With mists of love her face seemed dim ;
The golden Emperor was beguiled,
To dream she would be true to him.
Yet was there, ‘neath his golden shower,
No end of love for him astir ;
She waited, dreaming, for the hour
When Night, her love, should come to her ;
When ‘neath Night’s mantle she should creep
And feel his arms about her cling,
When the soft tears true lovers weep
Should make amends for everything.
Nesbit, E. [Edith]. “Day and Night.” The Yellow Book, vol. 4, January 1895, p. 260. Yellow Book Digital Edition, edited by Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2010-2014. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019. https://1890s.ca/YBV4_nesbit_day/