THE Past is like a funeral gone by, The Future comes like an unwelcome guest, And some men gaze behind them to find rest, And some urge forward with a stifled sigh; But soft perennial flowers break forth and die, And sweet birds pair and twine a woodland nest; They, sifting all things, find the Present best, And garnish life with that philosophy. Like birds, like flowers, oh! let us live To-day, And leave To-morrow to the Fates' old fingers, And waste no weeping over Yesterday! Lo! round about the golden lustre lingers, The fresh green boughs are full of choral singers, And all the Dryades keep holiday. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) ODE TO MASTER ANTHONY STAFFORD [TO HASTEN HIM INTO COUNTRY] by THOMAS RANDOLPH THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MOTHERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 1. ALLAH by EDWIN ARNOLD |