SOME perfect day I shall not need To bend my brows o'er baffling tasks; Some perfect day my eyes will read The meaning hid 'neath clouding masks; Some perfect day my word and deed Will fill the ideal my spirit asks. Dear perfect day of days to be, Which safe the steadfast heaven doth keep Deep filled with love and rest for me, Close pressed with sheaves I yet shall reap, When they who watch beside me see Only that I have fallen asleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCARE-FIRE by ROBERT HERRICK THE DREARY CHANGE by WALTER SCOTT THE SONG OF A TRAVELLER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SONG by WALTHER VON DER VOGELWEIDE THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 5. THE CHANGELING by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |