Day Poem by Fannie Stearns Davis

There is your day,
Up! Away!

The still, untroubled forest stirs.
The doves' nests in the deep black firs
Move and pulse and beat;
Quivers of leaves, like heat,
Run down the birches' boughs;
One steady wind-blade ploughs
A furrow in the lake'
The small wild roses take
Sudden warm blushes; all the sky
Grows into blue. - O Sun, come by!
The forest breathes and waits:
Birds call their mates:
White flowers shake on stems:
Lake ripples gleam like gems:
The morning star is near to die: -
Sun! Come by!
You, sleepy-eyed, leap up; let sllip
Warm dreams, and make your lahes drip
With quick cold water. Eat, and pray
Before the sun, and laugh, and say
'God's joy be with my world to-day!'

There is your day.
Up! Away!