Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
Poems of Cheer — Through Dim Eyes
(1914)
“ Of the changeless story of heat and cold. When the sun goes up, and the stars go under, In that supreme hour of the breaking day, Is it my eyes, or the dawn, I wonder, That finds less of the gold, and more of the gray I see not the splendour, the tints so tender, The rose-hued glory I used to see ”
