I AM glad daylong for the gift of song, For time and change and sorrow; For the sunset wings and the world-end things Which hang on the edge of to-morrow. I am glad for my heart whose gates apart Are the entrance-place of wonders, Where dreams come in from the rush and din Like sheep from the rains and thunders. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE FIRST FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LOVE'S PHANTOM by MATHILDE BLIND THE CLOISTER OF THE FALLING SNOW by SYLVIA HORTENSE BLISS RECOGNITION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE CAUSE WON by VINCENT BOURNE |