Come day, go day, There's sorrow at the end of it. Turn road, wind road, There's mystery in the bend of it. Oh, all the winds of all the worlds That lose themselves in starry spaces Can never blow the secret off That stares at us in common faces. Life long, life short, There's love to meet in tears or laughter. Die soon, die late, There's Grandsir Death to walk with, after. And be you great or be you small, There's no way out but going through it. Oh, curious fate that makes us live, But will not teach us how to do it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCARECROW by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 62 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 86. LOST DAYS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON DOOMSDAY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 12 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |