The day is done.
And I, alas! have wrought no good,
Performed no worthy task of thought or deed.
Albeit small my power, and great my need,
I have not done the little that I could.
With shame o’er forfeit hours I brood,—
The day is done.
I can not tell!
What good I might have done this day
Of thought or deed that still, when I am gone,