Shadows (Howe)/Goldenrod
EFORE the day light yields to conquering night,
Death-faint, yet with a dying warrior's might,
It struggles god-like 'gainst the sullen foe,
And all the west with conflict fierce aglow
Is edged with quivering rays of brighter hue
Than morning's opening rose or midday's blue.
GOLDENROD
EFORE the day light yields to conquering night,Death-faint, yet with a dying warrior's might,
It struggles god-like 'gainst the sullen foe,
And all the west with conflict fierce aglow
Is edged with quivering rays of brighter hue
Than morning's opening rose or midday's blue.
And dying summer, loath to lay aside
Its customed many-colored robe of pride,
With the last effort of a vanquished god,
Skirts all its fields and roads with goldenrod.
Its customed many-colored robe of pride,
With the last effort of a vanquished god,
Skirts all its fields and roads with goldenrod.