EstrangementTill all the west was brightened into gold; Till all the east gave back the colors bold In softened, mellowed hues, yet rich and warm. And I have turned my eyes from such a sight, Rather than watch the black usurp the gold; And waited till the stars in myriad fold, Has come to deck the peaceful brow of night; I see, O friend whom I thought mine for years, Your love which was the glory of my day, Begins to wane; oh! let me turn away, Nor bid me gaze until it disappears. Let me remember that I had your love, And what that love was, at its brightest hour, Till looking up, I recognize the power Of stars of comfort, shining from above. ___Mary Alice Manley
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