FOR every blade of grass, Remains a drop of dew; For every opening bud, Some flower's bright hue. To every man there comes An hour of glad surprise; A ray of golden light From out the deep blue skies. Expect that hour and hope, Enjoy that hour and live; Its memory when it dies, A sweeter life shall give. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |