PHYLLIS, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day, Few are my years, but my griefs are not few, Ever to youth should each day be a May-day, Warm wind and rose-breath and diamonded dew -- Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day. Oh for the sunlight that shines on a May-day! Only the cloud hangeth over my life. Love that should bring me youth's happiest heyday Brings me but seasons of sorrow and strife; Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day. Sunshine or shadow, or gold day or gray day, Life must be lived as our destinies rule; Leisure or labor or work day or play day -- Feasts for the famous and fun for the fool; Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A CHILD by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR BALL'S BLUFF; A REVERIE by HERMAN MELVILLE PROVERBS 25, SELECTION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LEARNING TO PLAY by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN FIDO: AN EPISTLE TO FIDELIA by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) TO CHLOE, WHO WISHED HERSELF YOUNG ENOUGH FOR ME by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT |