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Another Day

From ‘Stops of Various Quills’

ANOTHER day, and with it that brute joy,

Or that prophetic rapture of the boy

Whom every morning brings as glad a breath

As if it dawned upon the end of death!

All other days have run the common course,

And left me at their going neither worse

Nor better for them; only a little older,

A little sadder, and a little colder.

But this—it seems as if this day might be

The day I somehow always thought to see,

And that should come to bless me past the scope

And measure of my farthest-reaching hope.

To-day, maybe, the things that were concealed

Before the first day was, shall be revealed;

The riddle of our misery shall be read,

And it be clear whether the dead are dead.

Before this sun shall sink into the west

The tired earth may have fallen on his breast,

And into heaven the world have passed away….

At any rate, it is another day!