I Rose, And Idly Sauntered To The Pane, And On The March-Bleak Mountain Bent My Look; And Standing There A Sad Review I Took Of What The Day Had Brought Me. What The Gain To Wisdom'S Store? What Holds Had Knowledge Ta'En? I Mused Upon The Lightly-Handled Book, The Erring Thought, And Felt A Stern Rebuke: "Alas, Alas! The Day Hath Been In Vain!" But As I Gazed Upon The Upper Blue, With Many A Twining Jasper Ridge Up-Ploughed, Sudden, Up-Soaring, Swung Upon My View A Molten, Rolling, Sunset-Laden Cloud: My Spirit Stood, And Caught Its Glorious Hue - "Not Lost The Day!" It, Leaping, Cried Aloud.