Poems (Proctor)/The Perfect Day
THE PERFECT DAY.
The blast has swept the clouds away,
The gloom, the mist, the rain;
Serene and blue is all the sky
Save for a white cloud floating high,
A lone, celestial argosy
That dares the azure main;
And, light as wafts of Eden blow,
The zephyrs wander to and fro.
The gloom, the mist, the rain;
Serene and blue is all the sky
Save for a white cloud floating high,
A lone, celestial argosy
That dares the azure main;
And, light as wafts of Eden blow,
The zephyrs wander to and fro.
What do I care that yester-night
The wind was loud and chill?
Now earth is lapt in sunny calm;
The woods, the fields, exhale their balm;
And breeze and brook and bird a psalm
Sing sweet, by vale and hill;—
What do I care that skies were cold?
To-day all heaven is flushed with gold.
The wind was loud and chill?
Now earth is lapt in sunny calm;
The woods, the fields, exhale their balm;
And breeze and brook and bird a psalm
Sing sweet, by vale and hill;—
What do I care that skies were cold?
To-day all heaven is flushed with gold.
O when the blast of death has blown
The clouds of time away,
So may the shadows of our years—
The gloom of doubts and griefs and fears
And dark regrets and bitter tears—
Fade in God's perfect day!
And seem as slight and brief and vain
As yester-evening's mist and rain.
The clouds of time away,
So may the shadows of our years—
The gloom of doubts and griefs and fears
And dark regrets and bitter tears—
Fade in God's perfect day!
And seem as slight and brief and vain
As yester-evening's mist and rain.