A day's Journey.[Written in 1886 for the tenth anniversary of the wedding of his niece.] After your pleasant morning travel
You pause as at a wayside inn,
And take with grateful hearts your breakfast
Though served in dishes all of tin.
Then go, while years as hours are counted,
Until the dial's hand at noon
Invites you to a dinner table
Garnished with silver fork and spoon.
And when the vesper bell to supper
Is calling, and the day is old,
May love transmute the tin of morning
And noonday's silver into gold.