I FEEL the kindness of the lengthening days -- I warm me at the strong fire of the sun -- I know the year's glad course is well begun -- Ah, what awaits me in its devious ways? What strange, new bliss shall thrill me with amaze? What prize shall I rejoice that I have won? I feel the kindness of the lengthening days -- I warm me at the strong fire of the sun. Yet I behold the phantom that dismays -- The face of Grief that spares not any one -- Rewards come not until the task is done, And there are minor chords in all earth's lays; -- Nay! Trust the kindness of the lengthening days -- I'll warm me at the strong fires of the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC AND MEMORY by JOHN ALBEE MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER BIRTH by THOMAS HOOD TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE REV. GILBERT WAKEFIELD by LUCY AIKEN THE BANISHED LOVER by ABD AL-RAHMAN AL-MUSTAZHIR A PALIMPSEST by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY QUILCA HOUSE TO THE DEAN by HENRY BROOKE |