The Secret Of It

By Amos Russel Wells

“Where does the clerk of the weather store
The days that are sunny and fair?”
“In your heart is a room with a close shut door
And all of those days are there.”
“Where does the clerk of the weather keep
The days that are dreary and blue?”
“In a second room in your heart they sleep,
And you have the keys of the two.”
“And why are my days so often, I pray,
Filled full of clouds and of gloom?”
“Because you go at the break of day
And open the wrong heart-room.”