The Day Will Bring

The Day Will Bring Some Lovely Thing
– by Grace Noll Crowell

“The day will bring some lovely thing.”
I say it over each new dawn:
“Some gay, adventurous thing to hold
against my heart when it is gone.”
and so I rise and go to meet
the day with wings upon my feet.

I come upon it unaware—
some sudden beauty without name:
a snatch of song—a breath of pine—
a poem lit with golden flame;
high tangled bird notes—keenly thinned—
like flying color on the wind.

No day has ever failed me quite—
before the grayest day is done,
I come upon some misty bloom
or a late line of crimson sun.
Each night I pause—remembering
some gay, adventurous, lovely thing.




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