"An ancient mumbling monk his beads,
I tried to thank for his courteous deeds
My strange old friend. “Nay, do not talk,”
He urged me, “you have a long walk
Before you. Good-by and Good-day!”
And gently sped upon my way
I stumbled out in the morning hush,
As down the empty street a flush
Ran level from the rising sun.
Another day was just begun."
Amy Lowell