In the quiet moments of dusk’s embrace,
Whispers of dreams take gentle flight,
Within the heart, hope finds its place,
Glowing softly in the fading light.
Like a river’s flow through time’s vast span,
Hope weaves its path with gentle grace,
In every soul, a guiding plan,
A beacon within life’s intricate maze.
Through shadows deep and endless night,
Yeats’ words echo with timeless reach,
A melody of hope, pure and bright,
In every heart, a lesson to teach.
As stars emerge in the velvet sky,
Hope renews, a flame undying,
With every dawn, we rise and try,
Inspired by Yeats’ eternal sighing.