The Herald

As a single star glides
Swiftly down the night
A soft wetting note issues
From the time-worn flute
Frowning slightly the herald listens
Wistful across the night
And from way back behind
The day comes the echoed answer
The day advances oh so slowly
His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute
But clear his flute and sadly
Walks forward followed by the day
Herald of morning walks across
The Earth eternally
And somewhere in the black distance
Another herald puts down his flute
And the dewy dawn creeps on
And the night withdraws
The day advances oh so slowly
His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute
But clear his flute and sadly
Walks forward followed by the day
Herald of morning walks across
The Earth eternally