Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOLDEN DAYS, by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Another day of toil and strife Last Line: May be a golden one. Subject(s): God; Gold; Paris, France | ||||||||
ANOTHER day of toil and strife, Another page so white, Within that fateful Log of Life That I and all must write; Another page without a stain To make of as I may, That done, I shall not see again Until the Judgment Day. Ah, could I, could I backward turn The pages of that Book, How often would I blench and burn! How often loathe to look! What pages would be meanly scrolled; What smeared as if with mud; A few, maybe, might gleam like gold, Some scarlet seem as blood. O Record grave, God guide my hand And make me worthy be, Since what I write to-day shall stand To all eternity; Aye, teach me, Lord of Life, I pray, As I salute the sun, To bear myself that every day May be a Golden One. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LO, WHERE HAUSSMANN COMES, SEE WHERE HE COMES by KENNETH KOCH A PARIS BLACKBIRD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR AT THE MUSEE RODIN IN PARIS by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR NO GROUNDS FOR PROSECUTION by ANDRE BRETON DECEMBER 24TH, PARIS - NOTRE DAME by SANDRA CISNEROS CLANCY OF THE MOUNTED POLICE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE |
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