The Days Grow Each More Beautiful

When I least suspecting, knotted and tight,

Vexed by the deep frustrations of my toil,

Release my hands from the wheel and see the bright

And blue-green earth, the life-force in her soil

Bring forth from Hyacinth's store such fragrant dreams

Or the cupped Magnolia's splendid chalice-bloom,

I know my life is other than it seems

And for a moment leave the little room

Of self and walk in fields of the timeless ray.

Round our lives the vernal choirs sing

Waking our souls to the anthem of the way

To find within ourselves eternal spring.

A light descends in us from heights above

And the days grow each more beautiful by love.