Days

Daughters of Time, the royal sisters,
Grant the child of Earth, the joy of wonders:
Let them come forth from the dawn
Each bringing messages of love
Among the quiet hum of clover,
In the gladness of bees that traverse.

Listen, O heart! For they call you forth,
Daring your passion to chase after the morn;
Pluck the hawthorn wreaths of blessings
And rest on the hills of the dusky shade
And find the delight you seek,
For every day is promised rise unclouded!

• Ralph Waldo Emerson