Day's End

When I am weary, thronged with the cares of the vain day

That tease as harsh winds tease the unresting autumn boughs,

I still my mind at evening and put all else away

But the image of my Love, where all my hopes I house.

The thoughts of her fall gently as the gentleness of snow.

That after storm makes smoothness in the ways that are rough;

White with a hush of beauty over my heart they grow

To the peace of which my heart can never hold enough.