When pay day comes what transports thrill The o'ercharged soul and seem to fill The whole wide world with blissfulness! Each stranger face smiles a caress; The rustle of the crisp bank bill Sounds sweeter than the blithesome trill Of spring's first songster, and a still, Deep sense of riches we confess When pay day comes. Whereas despair was rife, the skill Of hidden forces works until Our cherished griefs grow strangely less— Are lost in raptures that possess The citadels of mind and will When pay day comes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE |