The Golden Darkness/The Reckoning

​THE RECKONING.
It is not that I shall never see again
 Beauty bending over the hours,
Changing and ever-present like the sky
 Feeding the crimson flames of flowers.

It is not that I shall never feel again
 The wild rain’s dolorous downpour,
Or wind and sun and glamour of the earth
 When spring is at the door.

But what if after all is over and done,
 In a weird and hushed place,
What if I should come upon the darkness
 Face to face?

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