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                <fw type="pageNumLeft">156</fw>
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                <head><title level="a">TO AN EARLY SPRING DAY.</title></head>



                <lg type="stanza">
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">O Day, thou found’st me sleeping; let me
                        sleep!</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Too many of thy brothers, too like thee,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Have waked me with such manners. Didst thou</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">With something of thy sisters’ smile, may be,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">I, even then, would sleep; though they were
                        gay</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">And called me oft in leafy flowery May.</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Of banks more soft with moss than any bed,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">with lush bee-peopled canopies o’erhead,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">They knew, and talking led me out to play.</emph></l>
                </lg>
                <lg type="stanza">
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Ah, they were gay, thy sisters! They were
                        young</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">And like the flowers, half divine with dew,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Caught in their heads’ loose roughened manes or
                            flung</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Forth in their frolic. Nothing sad they knew;</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">But thou, thou hast the sob of many sorrows,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Gloom from a stormy night thy wet wing
                        borrows,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Each pelting shower, like angry, sudden
                        tears,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Answers an urgent spurring, which one hears,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Driving thee on toward disenchanted morrows.</emph></l>
                </lg>
                <lg type="stanza">
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Alas, there is but wind and rain abroad,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Fatiguing warmth that tempts the sharded
                        buds!</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">I would I were a god of stone to hoard,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Like russet grange, the summer’s golden
                        floods,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">All that Greece knew of beauty in her youth—</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Handless and footless, from an isle aloof</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Watching a mainland near across the sea,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Since heroes on white horses, buoyantly,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Chanting rode by to meet the dawn of truth.</emph></l>
                </lg>
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                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Like some fair marble god, who pays no heed</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">To any day, in comely trance elate,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">While honey-laden summers circling speed,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">As echoes through a stone reverberate,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Thrilling his stillness — as a song is held</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Spellbound within the temple, where it
                        swelled,</emph></l>
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                <fw type="catchword">Long</fw>
                <lb/>
                <lb/>
                <fw type="pageNumRight">157</fw>
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                <lb/>
                <lg type="stanza">
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Long after all the choristers have ceased:</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">So would I be, and never more released</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">To learn how men from such fair gods
                        rebelled.</emph></l>
                </lg>
                <lg type="stanza">
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">O Day, grey habited, thou too art sad!</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Thou, too, art all too conscious of the past—</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Of all those leaves that thy forerunners had</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">To bathe in, plunge in, fall to sleep at
                        last,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Tired out like children, in! Thou, with thy
                        rain</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Pelting wet roofs and dripping boughs, wouldst
                            fain</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Dance among flowers and make the roses bob;</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Thou wouldst from dells of thyme and clover
                        rob</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Scents to make sea-nymphs sniff and sniff
                        again.</emph></l>
                </lg>
                <lg type="stanza">
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Then let us, Day, go friendly! help thou me,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Strengthen my feet and occupy my hands,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">And from all clinging yearning set me free,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">To find in things the look that understands,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">With mother-like alacrity, our need!</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">For nature is her children’s friend indeed,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Who need not then be exiles anywhere,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">But, loving beauty, still find beauty there,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">As thou canst find thee comfort in thy speed.</emph></l>
                </lg>
                <lg type="stanza">
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Rough minister of life, thine infant hand</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">May once have ushered Psyche through Love’s
                            house.</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Viewless and trembling didst thou later stand</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">And soothe her sleep with music? shy as mouse</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Evade, but when, with many a skyey leap</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">From cloud-caps downward, came, with meteor
                            sweep,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Her rosy husband? Ah, attend my prayers</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Immediate as her unseen ministers,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Till hope grow real enough to clasp in sleep!</emph></l>
                </lg>
                <lg type="stanza">
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">In sleep we may believe, we do attain</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Full knowledge of illusive beauty, and,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">In sleep, we do not know ourselves nor
                        strain,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Like birds at sea and fainting ere the land,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">To reach a joy that, ever seeming near,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Lies far beyond our strength. In sleep we
                        hear</emph></l>
                </lg>
                <fw type="catchword">As</fw>
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                <lb/>
                <fw type="pageNumLeft">158</fw>
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                <lb/>
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                    <l><emph rend="indent3">As echoes hear, who do not weep at songs,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">And unmoved watch, like stars, unpitied
                        wrongs.</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Then, Day, storm on till sleep be doubly
                        dear.</emph></l>
                </lg>
                <lg type="stanza">
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Press on, and shoulder up thy lagging clouds!</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Invigour me! Born from thine energy</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">And bright from thy despair, with leaves in
                            crowds,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">The spring shall be! at last the spring shall
                        be!</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Beauty shall like a day-dream brave the
                        light—</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">A day-dream likelier than the dreams of
                        night,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Surmised among thy sisters, Summer Days,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">When, mid birds singing, I will sing her
                        praise,</emph></l>
                    <l><emph rend="indent3">Exalting her with this thy strenuous might.</emph></l>
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                <p><emph rend="indent7"><ref target="#TMOO">T. STURGE MOORE.</ref></emph></p>

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