Night On the Battle Line

The sun in splend rous loveliness
declines in flaming glow.
And seems to pause, as to caress
the mountains, tipped with snow.
Then softly, slowly sinks away
while waning daylight clings.
Till twilight meets the closing day,
and night descends on wings .
As though released from closed-in walls,
the warm zephyrs blows,
While all enfolding darkness falls,
enshrouding earth below .
Till, to oppose invading night,
reluctant heavens shine,
As starlight pours its feeble light
upon the battle line.

M, ST . C STERLING

The poem has been sent by Gordie Bannerman