Classic Poem

My day was sordid and perplexed,
Close circled by the commonplace;
And late I walked with spirit vexed,
And sense of self-disgrace;
For life and I were out of tune;
I did not see the rose-like flush;
I did not feel the kindly hush
Of waning afternoon.

Its glory all around me lay,
While yet I paced in discontent;
When, suddenly, from far away,
A quivering flash was sent;
It thrilled my heart, it stayed my feet,
A beacon sure and glad it shone,
The last red gleam of day upon
Your westward window, Sweet.

And straight I knew the world was fair;
I heard a robin's prophet song;
I drank the bright wine of the air;
My pulse grew quick and strong;
Not wasted seemed the day's work done;
Not hopeless seemed the thing I sought;
The far-off heights of toil and thought
Seemed worthy to be won.