The day was a year at first
When children ran in the garden;
The day shrank down to a month
When the boys played ball.
The day was a week thereafter
When young men walked in the garden;
The day was itself a day
When love grew tall.
The day shrank down to an hour
When old men limped in the garden;
The day will last forever
When it is nothing at all.
Theodore Spencer (EEUU, 1902–1949). Docente en la Universidad de Harvard. Poeta.