A fringe of rushes -- one green line
Upon a faded plain;
A silver streak of water-shine --
Above, tree-watchers twain.
It was our resting-place awhile,
And still, with backward gaze,
We say: "'Tis many a weary mile --
But there were happy days."
And shall no ripple break the sand
Upon our farther way?
Or reedy ranks all knee-deep stand?
Or leafy tree-tops sway?
The gold of dawn is surely met
In sunset's lavish blaze;
And -- in horizons hidden yet --
There shall be happy days.
Happy Days
Mary Hannay Foott
(1)
Poem topics: green, silver, sunset, water, hidden, deep, place, plain, gold, stand, shine, gaze, dawn, break, happy, tree, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Happy Days poem by Mary Hannay Foott
Best Poems of Mary Hannay Foott