I count each day a little life,
With birth and death complete;
I cloister it from care and strife
And keep it sane and sweet.
With eager eyes I greet the morn,
Exultant as a boy,
Knowing that I am newly born
To wonder and to joy.
And when the sunset splendours wane
And ripe for rest am I,
Knowing that I will live again,
Exultantly I die.
O that all Life were but a Day
Sunny and sweet and sane!
And that at Even I might say:
“I sleep to wake again.”
Each Day A Life
Robert Service
(1)
Poem topics: birth, death, joy, sleep, sunset, sunny, complete, live, eager, strife, life, sweet, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Each Day A Life poem by Robert Service
Pilyo akus: please may you make questions and answers to this poem
Best Poems of Robert Service