Today I have been happy. All the day <br /> I held the memory of you, and wove <br />Its laughter with the dancing light o' the spray, <br /> And sowed the sky with tiny clouds of love, <br />And sent you following the white waves of sea, <br /> And crowned your head with fancies, nothing worth, <br />Stray buds from that old dust of misery, <br /> Being glad with a new foolish quiet mirth. <br /> <br />So lightly I played with those dark memories, <br />Just as a child, beneath the summer skies, <br /> Plays hour by hour with a strange shining stone, <br />For which (he knows not) towns were fire of old, <br /> And love has been betrayed, and murder done, <br />And great kings turned to a little bitter mould.<br /><br />Rupert Brooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-day-4/
