I love today, bright and uneventful ... It passed so imperceptibly, I scarcely knew it had ... It rather breathed or glanced its way across my life ... Removing and affecting nothing ... So unimportant I barely felt Its soft resultless rush ... And now it's almost night And there's nothing really to remember ... And yet I think I always shall ... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH DOMESDAY BOOK: ARCHIBALD LOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |