A Lyric

Radio Record, Volume II, Issue 12, 16 November 1928, Page 13

A Lyric

Bright day suceeedeth unto day, Nighi to pensive night, With his towering ray . Of all fathering light. With the solemn trance Of her starry dance. Nought is new or strange In the eternal change. _ As the light elouds fly O’er the tree-tops high, So the days go by. Ripples that arrive By the sunny shore Dying to their live Musie evermore, Like pearls on a thread, Like notes of a song, Like the measured tread Of a dancing throng.

Robert

Bridges