ALONG the sunny lane, Wet with a fleeting rain, And white with daisies in the tall green grass, How sweet it is to stray Throughout a Summer day, Forgetting that a Summer day must pass. White clover for the bee, And just for you and me A happy lark is singing in a bush, Of Love and Stars and Spring, And so we hear him sing, Forgetting that the sweetest song must hush. We have no thought or care, Like all the flowers fair, For any Morrow or for Yesterday; And for a little while How sweet it is to smile, Forgetting that such smiles must pass away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAST LINES OF THOMAS INGOLDSBY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS by GREGORY I WHAT THE BULLET SANG by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SARRAZINE'S SONG, FR. CHAITIVEL by MARIE DE FRANCE THE PAUPER'S DRIVE by THOMAS NOEL ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH ON THE PASSING OF THE LAST FIRE HORSE FROM MANHATTAN ISLAND by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |