Tuesday Is Poem Day! Refrain - by. Helen Hunt Jackson

Refrain

OF all the songs which poets sing

The ones which are most sweet

Are those which at close intervals

A low refrain repeat;

Some tender word, some syllable,

Over and over, ever and ever,

While the song lasts,

Altering never,

Music if sung, music if said,

Subtle like some golden thread

A shuttle casts,

In and out on a fabric red,

Till it glows all through

With the golden hue.

Oh! of all the songs sung,

No songs are so sweet

As the songs with refrains,

Which repeat and repeat.

Of all the lives lived,

No life is so sweet,

As the life where one thought,

In refrain doth repeat,

Over and over, ever and ever,

Till the life ends,

Altering never,

Joy which is felt, but is not said,

Subtler than any golden thread

Which the shuttle sends

In and out in a fabric red,

Till it glows all through

With a golden hue.

Oh! of all the lives lived,

Can be no life so sweet,

As the life where one thought

In refrain doth repeat,

"Now name for me a thought

To make life so sweet,

A thought of such joy

Its refrain to repeat."

Oh! foolish to ask me. Ever, ever

Who loveth believes,

But telleth never.

It might be a name, just a name not said,

But in every thought; like a golden thread

Which the shuttle weaves

In and out on a fabric red,

Till it glows all through

With a golden hue.

Oh! of all sweet lives,

Who can tell how sweet

Is the life which one name

In refrain doth repeat?

~Helen Hunt Jackson~