Victory

Day is the heart's red field, And many an anguish there Is lost or won, And many a hope lies hopeless in the sun;

But night, the conqueror kind. Spreads its blessed treaty of the stars, Where the heart's peace is signed.

Under the moon's white flag I meet my ambushed dreams, I see the foe, Whom I have faced and put to flight, I know, Yielding his hosts to me; And in strong, vanquished hands I lay My weeping victory.