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
 Wistfull 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 creaps 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