More Poems. 16. How Clear, How Lovely Bright
How clear, how lovely bright, How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play, How heaven laughs out with glee Where, like a bird set free, Up from the eastern sea Soars the delightful day. To-day I shall be strong, No more shall yield to wrong, Shall squander life no more; Days lost, I know not how, I shall retrieve them now; Now I shall keep the vow I never kept before. — Ensanguining the skies How heavily it dies Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound, Not further to be found, How hopeless under ground Falls the remorseful day.
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