Your light, it fell upon me in blazing veils of gold! But Day had reigned already and there was little warmth left! The winds caressed the weary trees and sang a last lament-Unknowing if the light would e'er again return! The raven caws calmly and turneth its way home! The clouds trade their moods with the waxing of the Moon! The stars take their stead and recite the names of Night-As my mind falls in tune with the eternal becoming!