Today

This is To-day, a child in white and blue Running to meet me out of Night who stilled The ghost of Yester-eve; this is fair Morn The mother of To-morrow. And these clouds That chase the sunshine over gleaming hills Are thoughts, delighting in the golden change And the ceremony of their drifting state. This is To-day. To-morrow might bring death,— And Life, the gleeful madrigal of birds, Be drowned in glimmer of sleep. To-day I know How sweet it is to spend these eyes, and boast This bubble of vistaed memory and sense Blown by my joy aloft the glittering airs Of heavenly peace. Oh take me to yourselves, Earth, sky, and spirit! Let me stand within The circle of your transience, that my voice May thrill the lonely silences with song.