‘Twas break of day when first I gazed the glow
That blinded all recall of bygone woe.
Along the others, I imbibed her light;
The more she shone, the more enthralled my night.
With rays of wisdom she caressed my pate;
Her lustrous smile any hapless could elate.
Thus under brilliant tutelage I basked
And duly quaffed the gracious beams she tasked.
But seasons changed and time has run its course;
The clouds her view obscure from me in force.
This dusky bleakness shades my inner sect
And cold eclipse prevails as I reflect:
Will ever also I bestow on thee
That genial warmth which now does dawn on me?