A Song of Hope
Day is at the gate,
I am risen late;
Clouds laze in the air,
Clouds sleep on the grass;
I have song to spare
Till the shadows pass.
Day is at the noon,
No thread of bow or moon;
Rain is in the air,
Drenched and limp the grass;
I have song to spare
Till the shadows pass.
Day is at the close,
Faith no logic knows;
Rain-clouds blur the air,
All the world is dun;
I have song to spare
Till to-morrow’s sun.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on December 27, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“A Song of Hope” originally appeared in the October, 1921 issue of The Crisis.
Date Published
10/01/1921