Some days go by That etch their loveliness Upon the deepest corner Of the heart Days that are made Of cloud-tossed, azure skies; Of singing birds, Of flowers, Of swaying trees, Of ivory dogwood And a wayward breeze; Of the shrill whistle of a cardinal The cool, damp touch Of freshly-spaded earth; Days that are tapestries of golden light Sunshine that filters Through the trees' young green On fields of buttercups Ah, you have seen Such days that hold A rapturous, singing mirth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |