Poems (White)/Attuned

by Jeannie Copes White

ATTUNED

When dawn yields up to light,
 You have a troubled breast;
That song may set you right,—
 The bird is near the nest.

When clouds above are gray,
 Gray seems your spirit, too.
A change!—Your thoughts turn gay,
 To see the sun shine through.

It warms your cold reserve,
 It melts your heart of stone,
To feel the baby curve
 His neck into your own.

And when you feel the blight
 Of fever and of pain,
That red rose blushing bright
 Will bring a smile again.

Pure silver threads run through
 Us all; and at the core
Our hearts are gold and true,
 Now, and forevermore.