Another day of rest, and I sit here <br />Among the trees, green mounds, and leaves as sere <br />As my own blasted hopes. There was a time <br />When Love and perfect Happiness did chime <br />Like two sweet sounds upon this blessed day; <br />But one has flown forever, far away <br />From this poor Earth's unsatisfied desires <br />To love eternal, and the sacred fires <br />With which the other lighted up my mind <br />Have faded out and left no trace behind, <br />But dust and bitter ashes. Like a bark <br />Becalmed, I anchor through the midnight dark, <br />Still hoping for another dawn of Love. <br />Bring back my olive branch of Happiness, O dove!<br /><br />Charles Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-day-of-rest-and-i-sit-here/
