Poems (Hazlett-Bevis)/Day after Day
Day after Day.
Day after flay comes the longing To do, and to dare, and to be: With patient effort still striving To catch from life's fretful sea, A bit of rare driftwood or blossom, Where the scent of the perfume still clings, And just a glimpse of the moonlight, Which the halo of waters there flings.
A sight of a sail bearing onward A cargo, with one hope fulfilled; Its bow glistening white in the sunlight, With the promise of joys never stilled. A song drifting down from vast Somewhere, So freighted with love and rare peace, That the heart of each one looking upward, Echoes back a sublime surcease.
It is not the longing that weakens, And makes the heart weary and faint; It is not the hopes and the striving That leaves (God forbid) a dark taint, It is never the recompense coming, Waited and toiled for so long; There's always a shadow that darkens, And a moan through the sweetness of song.