This Blue Day Comes Fair
This blue day comes fair
By sun rising from under.
O wanderer in us here,
Do you see fire
Burning out anger, ache, plunder?
By sun rising from under.
O wanderer in us here,
Do you see fire
Burning out anger, ache, plunder?
From south today
Breath sallies forth,
Blows in warm gusts
God’s dare, man’s despair
Field, road, hill over.
Breath sallies forth,
Blows in warm gusts
God’s dare, man’s despair
Field, road, hill over.
O how on kite days
No man cries pity,
But walks firm, thinks sure,
When earth lifts its shoulder
And the great sun stirs.
No man cries pity,
But walks firm, thinks sure,
When earth lifts its shoulder
And the great sun stirs.
ARNOLD KENSETH