Against the day of sorrow Lay by some trifling thing A smile, a kiss, a flower For sweet remembering. Then when the day is darkest Without one rift of blue Take out your little trifle And dream your dream anew. THE GIFT OF YEARS The mellow years have brought to me Many a precious thing, The infinite peace of forgetting, The joy of remembering. A key to earth-born melodies, A deaf ear to its din Eyes that see only the beautiful, And a heart that is young again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN WHEN DE CO'N PONE'S HOT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MY AIN WIFE by ALEXANDER LAING IN FLANDERS FIELDS by JOHN MCCRAE WILLIE AND HELEN by HEW AINSLIE AT TWO-AND-TWENTY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LINES TO A LADY by DJUNA BARNES |