Once on a day, alone but not elate, I sat perusing a forgotten sage And turning hopelessly a dim old page Of history, long disused and out of date, Reading "his Method" till I lost my own. When suddenly there fell a gold presage Of sunset sunshine on the letters thrown. The day had been one cloud, but now a bird Shot into song. I left my hermitage With happy heart; but ere I reached the gate The sun was gone, the bird, and bleak and drear, All but an icy breath the balsams stirred: I turned again and, entering with a groan, Sat darkly down to Dagoraus Whear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTARY BLUE by ROBERT FROST FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: CHARLES WARREN, THE SHERIFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |