If I had only this one day to live, Would I thus idly precious moments bide? Would not the time be all too short to meet The pressing duties I now put aside? Tomorrow, like the poppies' evil drug, Leads me to dream of deeds sublimely done. Today, each second usefully employed Might, in reality, my dreams be won. In truth, I know I have but this today. Tomorrow's sun may in my sight ne'er rise, And yesterday, its joys and woes forgot, With dead, unchanging, useless issues lies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 18 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING NATURA NATURANS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE CHOIR INVISIBLE by MARY ANN EVANS IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |