GOD made a day of blue and gold, <br />Sweet as a violet, <br />As merry as a marigold; <br />It may be shining yet <br />In some blest vale, some dreamy dell <br />Among the heavenly hills, <br />Where here and there the asphodel <br />Is flecked by daffodils <br />And gentians, flowers that twinkled on <br />The fields our childhood knew, <br />Too lovely for oblivion, <br />Fed with immortal dew. <br />That summer day, all murmurous <br />With laughters of old mirth, <br />How tenderly 'twould comfort us, <br />Still homesick for the earth; <br />With what dear touch 'twould fold us in, <br />As to a mother's knee, <br />From those strange spaces crystalline <br />Of vast eternity, <br />— A day God saw with smiling eyes, <br />The summer's coronet! <br />In His far cycles of surprise <br />It may be shining yet.<br /><br />Katharine Lee Bates<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-perfect-day-9/
