To a Day
Philip Bourke Marston
1850 to 1887
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Shall I sing of the earth or of the sea? —
Of bright-wing'd Mirth, that stays its hour, flies,
On fickle wings, to far-off, alien skies;
Shall I praise these, O Day, and not praise
That giv'st me rare, sweet gifts, — yea, to me
As sudden fire; a rapture for eyes.
That made my roused, stung heart to and rise,
Filling it with the joy of to be ?
The year returns, but thee see no more, —
Gone as a man's dream of goodness goes;
But, where less joys as forgotten things,
When I draw near to pale, shadow-shore,
Be with me then, to fight my foes;
Kiss me, and guard me! hide with thy wings.