THANKS TO MY WORLD FOR THE LOAN OF A FAIR DAY

That day you wrought for me

Shone, and was ended.

Perfect your thought for me,

Whom you befriended.

Such joy was new to me—

New, and most splendid,

More than was due to me.

More than was due to me.

  Though I do wrong to you,

Having no power,

Singing no song to you,

Bringing no flower,

Yet does my youth again

Thrill, for the hour

Cometh in truth again.

Cometh in truth again.

  I shall possess to-day

All I have wanted,

All I lacked yesterday

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