Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth
knowledge.

Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth
knowledge.

Cease not to learn until thou cease to live;
Think that day lost wherein thou draw'st no letter,
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Cease not to learn until thou cease to live;
Think that day lost wherein thou draw'st no letter,
To make thyself learneder, wiser, better.
[Fr., Jusqu'au cercuil (mon fils) vueilles apprendre,
Et tien perdu le jour qui s'est passe,
Si tu n'y as quelque chose ammasse,
Pour plus scavant et plus sage te rendre.]

So here hath been dawning
Another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it
Slip read more

So here hath been dawning
Another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it
Slip useless away?
Out of eternity
This new day is born,
Into eternity
At night will return.

Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
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Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands;
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all;
I, in my pleached garden watched the pomp
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I too late
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.

In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday

In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday

Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?

Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?

You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day read more

You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.

All comes out even at the end of the day.

All comes out even at the end of the day.

After the day there cometh the derke night;
For though the day be never so longe,
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After the day there cometh the derke night;
For though the day be never so longe,
At last the belles ringeth to evensonge.