Morning Sunsets

Our morning clouds are sunsets farther east;And when you see, as I have seen,An old-rose dawn,A depth and full maturityOf tone, as of old Persian rugs and Flemish

tapestries,Remember then, as I remember now,There is no dawn since the first dawn on earth;Our morning clouds are sunsets farther east.

Our sunsets here are dawnings farther west;And when you see, as I have seen,At evening-time,A vernal sweep and youthfulnessOf tone, as of fresh roses and of bluebirds' wings,Remember then, as I remember now,There is no sunset here nor anywhere;Our sunsets here are dawnings farther west.

From Dartmouth Verse, 1930, copyrighted by the Arts,