Every Fallen Hour

---

Every Fallen Hour

Sonnet — An Invocation To The Master #358

The day perishes in the arms of dusk,
The valiant hours bleed on the azure
Crying to the moments that yet baulk,
‘Linger, linger till the immortal hour!’

The soil weeps for the fallen hours,
Each poignant rose its hued tear
Falling from earth to far heavens,
Crying, ‘Oh thou, brief-lived yet dear!’

The heart regards each hour’s embrace
And its pining heartbeats of seconds,
A cry grows by the many goodbyes,
‘Oh thou shalt yet live in all that lives!’

To every fallen hour is this in memoriam,
To each hour-body bridging to Thy rainbow dream.