To-DAY, dear heart, but just to-day, The sunshine over all, The roses crimsoning the air Along the garden wall! Then let the dream and dreamer die; Whate'er shall be, shall be -- To-day will still be thine and mine To all eternity. And oh, there is no glory, dear, When all the world is done, There is no splendor lasteth out The sinking of the sun; There is no thing that lasts, not one, When we have turned to clay, But this: you loved me -- all the rest Fades with the world away. So little while, so little while This world doth last for us, There is no way to keep it, dear, But just to spend it thus. There is no hand may stop the sand From flowing fast a way But his who turns the whole glass down And dreams 't is all to-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD OCTAVES: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BALLADE OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE DAY IS DONE by PHOEBE CARY THE BALLAD OF CHRISTMAS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE LAY OF MR. COLT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |