Monday

Nora Hopper Chesson

1871 to 1906

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Oh, fair of face stands Monday 
At threshold of the week, 
A lily in her breastknots, 
A rose upon her cheek. 
In kilted gown of russet 
Her daily bread to seek,
She passes o'er the threshold, 
Smiling, and does not speak. 

She bears across her shoulder 
A bough of blossomed may: 
Still in her ears are ringing 
Church-bells of yesterday. 
She is as glad to labour 
As Sunday was to pray — 
But why she goes a-smiling 
She will not ever say.