Napowrimo 11: Erasure "Poem"

The National Poetry Writing Month challenge for the 11th of April was a frivolous 1960s form, made possible by the mass production of cheap paperback books and photocopying machines. An Erasure is produced by obliterating (erasing, painting over, covering up) most of the words on a page (or pages) of an earlier piece of writing. It can be--in one well known example it was--Paradise Lost (Radi Os), or it can be an advertisement in a newspaper. The remaining words usually form a sentence rather than a poem, but they should express a thought the "poet" can identify as person's own.   

I've not done an Erasure before, and don't consider them real poems, but let's have a go...

Selected text: "A Hymn to the Evening" by Phillis Wheatley 

"

Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main

The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain;

Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's wing,

Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.

Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,

And through the air their mingled music floats.

Through all the heav'ns what beauteous dies are spread!

But the west glories in the deepest red:

So may our breasts with ev'ry virtue glow,

The living temples of our God below!

Fill'd with the praise of him who gives the light,

And draws the sable curtains of the night,

Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,

At morn to wake more heav'nly, more refin'd;

So shall the labours of the day begin

More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.

Night's leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,

Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.

"

Erasure: "Waiting for the Morning"

the sun

's

red

glow

gives the light,

At morn to wake;

rise**