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Paid In Advance Post by :dojustice Category :Poems Author :Everard Jack Appleton Date :October 2011 Read :842

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Paid In Advance

What is the cost of a day in Spring--
A wind-swept, rain-washed golden day?
A day that with joy is bubbling--
And dancing adown a world mad-gay?

You've paid for that day with days gone by--
The gloomy days and the days of rain;
The days that you'd like to forget--and try--
Days that were tuned to a note of pain.

Others there are who will never forget
The lowering clouds and the sodden world,
But--though you paid as they paid, eyes wet--
Your banner of courage was still unfurled!

That was the price of this day in June,
Paid in advance with a shrug and a smile--
While others complained, you heard a tune,
Making the gloomiest day worth while!

(The end)
Everard Jack Appleton's poem: Paid In Advance

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We Rode At Night We Rode At Night

We Rode At Night
We rode at night, and the cut-steel stars Daggered the black of the quiet sky;Yet Venus had taken the place of Mars In the Scheme of the Silent Worlds on high.The ribbon of road ran straight ahead; The night air whipped your hair and your face, Our hearts kept time to the horses' pace,And we were alive, and our blood was red!We rode at night.... Though you did not speak I nearer drew--there was none to see--Love lent me strength to an arm not weak, And I swept you out of your saddle--to me!I rowelled

Unfinished Unfinished

The radiant dawn flows up the empty sky, Its singing colors heralding the day,And yet, before the tardy sun is high, Unfinished morning fades and slips away.While Nature holds her fragrant breath at dawnWatching the loveliness she's made--it's gone!From dew-drenched garden thrills a thrush's call-- That liquid note that all night long was stilled--The living chalice, brown and bright and small, Seems with the joy of living overfilled--Then suddenly, unfinished, clear and sweetThe song is drowned in noises from the street.So at the edge of dusk my love for you Would speak to your white soul,