The Coloured Hours
GRAY hours have cities,
Green hours have rhymes
Of hearts grown loving
In old summertimes,
But the white hours have only
A cloud in the sky
And a star, bright and lonely,
To remember them by.
Gold hours have laughter,
Red hours have song
Drawn from lost fountains
Of beauty and wrong.
But the white hours,-O, tender
As rose-flakes they lie,
With youth's fallen splendour
To remember them by.
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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