Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WASTED DAY, by ROBERT FULLER MURRAY First Line: Another day let slip! Its hours have run Last Line: Yet he was happier, though he did not know. Subject(s): Repentance; Penitence | ||||||||
Another day let slip! Its hours have run, Its golden hours, with prodigal excess, All run to waste. A day of life the less; Of many wasted days, alas, but one! Through my west window streams the setting sun. I kneel within my chamber, and confess My sin and sorrow, filled with vain distress, In place of honest joy for work well done. At noon I passed some labourers in a field, The sweat ran down upon each sunburnt face, Which shone like copper in the ardent glow. And one looked up, with envy unconcealed, Beholding my cool cheeks and listless pace, Yet he was happier, though he did not know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL OLNEY HYMNS: 9. THE CONTRITE HEART by WILLIAM COWPER A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER by JOHN DONNE THE RUBAIYAT, 1859 EDITION: 7 by OMAR KHAYYAM RECONCILIATION by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL A BALLAD OF REFRESHMENT by ROBERT FULLER MURRAY |
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