AND I WILL BE A BLACKNESS ON A LITTLE SQUARE OF GOLD

In an evening 

A sun will be a golden ball 

Floating low 

Over harbor; 

And a light of a sun 

Will come in my window 

And make a square of golden color 

On a wall. 

And I will stand in a sun 

And I will be a blackness on a little square of gold; 

And I will look 

And I will say,

"How nice!" 

And I will look from my window 

And I will see great buildings standing proud and high across a water 

And I will see many windows and many sides of gold 

And I will say, 

"How nice!" 

And then a sun will sink and far, far away on high 

I will see the tops of melancholy mountains dim with burning gold; 

And I will look again 

And I will say again, 

"How nice!"