John Gould Fletcher

In the afternoon, over gold screens, I will brush the blue dust of my dreams.

Here upon earth there is life, and then death, Dawn, and later nightfall, Fire, and the quenching of embers: But why should I not remember that my night is dawn in another part of the world, If the idea fits my fancy?

As I went through the city by day I saw shadows in sunlight; But in the night I saw everywhere Stars within the darkness.