To a Day
Philip Bourke Marston
1850 to 1887
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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That made my roused, stung heart to swell and rise,
Be with me then, to fight against my foes;
As sudden fire; a rapture for mine eyes.
That giv'st me rare, sweet gifts, — yea, was to me
But, where less joys are as forgotten things,
The year returns, but thee I see no more, —
Of bright-wing'd Mirth, that stays its hour, and flies,
Shall I sing of the earth or of the sea? —
Shall I praise these, O Day, and not praise thee
Gone as a man's first dream of goodness goes;
Kiss me, and guard me! hide me with thy wings.
On fickle wings, to far-off, alien skies;
Filling it with the joy of joys to be ?
When I draw near to the pale, shadow-shore,