A.E. Housman


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.

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.