Much as I try to be positive and embrace each day, like many people when Monday morning dawns and another working week is looming, I can feel a little despondent. I read this poem some time ago and came across it again today. Its such a lovely reminder of the importance of grasping the day. A good way to start the week.
How Clear, How Lovely Bright
How clear, how lovely bright,
How beautiful to sight
Those beams of morning play;
How heaven laughs out with glee
Where, like a bird set free,
Up from the eastern sea
Soars the delightful day.
To-day I shall be strong,
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
I never kept before.
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
I never kept before.
Ensanguining the skies
How heavily it dies
Into the west away;
Past touch and sight and sound
Not further to be found,
How hopeless under ground
Falls the remorseful day.
How heavily it dies
Into the west away;
Past touch and sight and sound
Not further to be found,
How hopeless under ground
Falls the remorseful day.
A.E Housman (1859 – 1936)
Just what I needed for a Tuesday morning Angie!
xxx
Author
So glad you liked it. Its lovely isn’t it x