The Lesson

Oh, yes, it is as if
The final drop of the storm
Has landed; and now eyes,
Dimmed by clouds gray and forlorn,
Can see the working man's sun,
Dimmed, gray and forlorn
No more.

It is so, for seasons teach
That the valleys and its specters
Must give birth
To the hills and its angels.

It is so. It was then;
So shall it be today;
And again in the carefree morrow.