I am glad daylong for the gift of song, <br />For time and change and sorrow; <br />For the sunset wings and the world-end things <br />Which hang on the edge of to-morrow. <br />I am glad for my heart whose gates apart <br />Are the entrance-place of wonders, <br />Where dreams come in from the rush and din <br />Like sheep from the rains and thunders.<br /><br />William Stanley Braithwaite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rhaposdy/
