| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | We Have a Day | | By Marion Strobel |
| | From “Song Sketches”
WE have a day, we have a night | |
| Which have been made for our delight! | |
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| Shall we run, and run, and run | |
| Up the path of the rising sun? | |
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| Shall we roll down every hill, | 5 |
| Or lie still | |
| Listening while the whispering leaves | |
| Promise what no one believes? | |
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| (The hours poise, breathless for flight, and bright.) | |
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| Only a night, only a day— | 10 |
| We must not let them get away: | |
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| Don a foolish cap and bell, | |
| For all is well and all is well! | |
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| Dance through woods a purple-blue! | |
| Dance into | 15 |
| Lanes that are a hidden stem | |
| Beneath the beauty over them. | |
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| (The hours lift their shadow-form, are warm.) | |
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| Why do you still stand mute and white? | |
| The day is past, but there is night. | 20 |
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| Turn your head, give me your lips— | |
| The darkness slips! The darkness slips. | |
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| We could make it hushed and still. | |
| If you will | |
| We could hear, close to the ground | 25 |
| Life—the one authentic sound. | |
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| (The hours, as a startled faun, are gone.) | | | | |
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