 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
SONNET XX. A DAY'S SECRET.
About the wild beginning of the Spring
There came to me, and all the world, a day
To prove the Winter wholly gone away.
I said: “O Day, thy lips are sweet to sing,
But surely in thy voice some sweeter thing
Than thy mere song I find; lo! now I pray,
Before thou goest, turn to me and say,
Why round thee so my heart keeps wandering?”
There came to me, and all the world, a day
To prove the Winter wholly gone away.
I said: “O Day, thy lips are sweet to sing,
But surely in thy voice some sweeter thing
Than thy mere song I find; lo! now I pray,
Before thou goest, turn to me and say,
Why round thee so my heart keeps wandering?”
Then, as a man who having loved and lost,
Still in his dead love's kindred seems to see
Something of what on earth he treasured most;
So looking on that day, my memory
Was filled with thoughts of April days wherein
Love's joy, too young for pain, did first begin.
Still in his dead love's kindred seems to see
Something of what on earth he treasured most;
So looking on that day, my memory
Was filled with thoughts of April days wherein
Love's joy, too young for pain, did first begin.
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