I FEEL the kindness of the lengthening days -- I warm me at the strong fire of the sun -- I know the year's glad course is well begun -- Ah, what awaits me in its devious ways? What strange, new bliss shall thrill me with amaze? What prize shall I rejoice that I have won? I feel the kindness of the lengthening days -- I warm me at the strong fire of the sun. Yet I behold the phantom that dismays -- The face of Grief that spares not any one -- Rewards come not until the task is done, And there are minor chords in all earth's lays; -- Nay! Trust the kindness of the lengthening days -- I'll warm me at the strong fires of the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN [NOVEMBER 24, 1863] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THE GORSE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON TOM MOONEY by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MAUD MULLER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WE ARE SEVEN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |