This slow Day moved along —
I heard its axles go
As if they could not hoist themselves
They hated motion so —
I told my soul to come —
It was no use to wait —
We went and played and came again
And it was out of sight —
This slow Day moved along —
I heard its axles go
As if they could not hoist themselves
They hated motion so —
I told my soul to come —
It was no use to wait —
We went and played and came again
And it was out of sight —