Author Isabel Fiske Conant This day that is so precious That goes by so fast Must I give account of it At the last? I shall do more in it Than if it were so long That I could finish any time My task, my song. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments