Two Glories


Before it set the searchlight sun
Broke through a narrow slit of heaven,
And what all day it hadn't done
It did in one brief quarter hour,
And all the light it hadn't given
It gave with all the purer power.
Two glories fell on us as one:
The rising sun, the setting sun.


Robert Francis, Robert Francis: Collected Poems, 1936-1976, University of Massachusetts Press, 1985.