English poem
Wednesday
Half-way unto the end—the week’s high noon. The morning hours do speed away so soon! And, when the noon is reached, however bright, Instinctively we look toward the night. The glow is lost Once the meridian cross’d.
Versos English Ella Wheeler Wilcox Wednesday
English poem
Half-way unto the end—the week’s high noon. The morning hours do speed away so soon! And, when the noon is reached, however bright, Instinctively we look toward the night. The glow is lost Once the meridian cross’d.