The Days to Come
Now shall I store my soul with silent beauty,
Beauty of drifting clouds and mountain heights,
Beauty of sun-splashed hills and shadowed forests,
Beauty of dawn and dusk and star-swept nights.
Now shall I fill my heart with quiet music,
Song of the wind across the pine-clad hill,
Song of the rain and, fairer than all music,
Call of the thrush when twilight woods are still.
So shall the days to come be filled with beauty,
Bright with the promise caught from eastern skies;
So shall I see the stars when night is darkest,
Still hear the thrush’s song when music dies.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on March 1, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“The Days to Come” originally appeared in Dreams and A Sword (Yale University Press, 1922).
Medora C. Addison
Medora C. Addison was born in 1891 in Concord, Massachusetts. Her book, Dreams and a Sword, was published through the Yale Series of Younger Poets in 1922.
Date Published: 1922-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/days-come