Soon Is

Soon is not enough
When light’s gentler wanes,
And good evening ladies
Shadow scurry
For the promise waxing
In our Darkening corners.

Eyes yet met
Are fallen for the dancing dusk
That drives fled men
With filling chamber
To avoid the narrow bits of day
Still telling in the growing gray.

Soon anticipated,
Soon again,
The baited bargains catch,
In open gazes for eternal touches
That nurse the sleeping frays
Imposing the separate comedies'
Nocturnal pallid ease.