What is the cost of a day in Spring--
A wind-swept, rain-washed golden day?
A day that with joy is bubbling--
And dancing adown a world mad-gay?
You've paid for that day with days gone by--
The gloomy days and the days of rain;
The days that you'd like to forget--and try--
Days that were tuned to a note of pain.
Others there are who will never forget
The lowering clouds and the sodden world,
But--though you paid as they paid, eyes wet--
Your banner of courage was still unfurled!
That was the price of this day in June,
Paid in advance with a shrug and a smile--
While others complained, you heard a tune,
Making the gloomiest day worth while!