LOOK AT THE DAY

If the breeze never touches you
Then you’ll wait a long time,
Perhaps most of your long life.

If you’re too busy or angry
It’s no use—the living day,
However it is, is not for you.

But one time, you’ll look at the day,
No half-stuff, but the very day
Itself, and then you’ll look again.

You’ll walk in the glory of the morning,
Leaves all a-shiver in the wind,
The morning not given for you.

And find, that with the cold wind,
That sun, you do belong—
Sudden strength in knowledge.