57736: The Promisers

<p dir="ltr"> When I awoke, the glancing day looked gay;<br> The air said: Fare you fleetly; you will meet him!<br> And when the prosp'rous sun was well begun,<br> I heard a bird say: Sweetly you shall greet him!<br> The sun fell strong and bold upon my shoulder;<br> It hung, it clung as it were my friend's arm.<br> The birds fifed on before, shrill-piping pipers,<br> Right down to town; and there they ceased to charm.<br> And there I wandered till the noon came soon,<br> And chimed: The time is hastening with his face!<br> Sly twilight said: I bring him; wait till late!<br> But darkness harked forlorn to my lone pace.</p>