Peaceless.

At length comes morning
And day's pale gilding
Lights just one facet
Of each dark building.

I am a building
And you the morning—
Yet are there places
Which know no dawning!

The gloomed recesses
Make all light sickly
And even to seaward
Clouds bank so quickly.

(Written for the “New Zealand Railways Magazine” by James Cowan )

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