YOU know, the year's not always May -- Oh, once the lilacs were ablow! (In truth, not very long ago,) But now, dead leaves drop down the way. But now, chrysanthemums are gay, And some last roses redly glow. You know, the year's not always May -- Oh, once the lilacs were ablow! These be the days, this weather gray, We think of those we loved so; Sweet souls, who heard Death calling low, And followed him from dark to day. You know, the year's not always May. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REASONS FOR DRINKING by HENRY ALDRICH THE END OF THE WORLD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY LINES BY CLAUDIA by EMILY JANE BRONTE UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD SONGS ON THE VOICES OF BIRDS; SEA-MEWS IN WINTER TIME by JEAN INGELOW EVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI HUNTING: EPILOGUE. TO HAVE A FAITHFUL FRIEND by JULIANA BERNERS |