THE sunset in the rosy west Burned soft and high; A shore-lark fell like a stone to his nest In the waving rye. A wind came over the garden beds From the dreamy lawn, The pansies nodded their purple heads, The poppies began to yawn. One pansy said: It is only sleep, Only his gentle breath: But a rose lay strewn in a snowy heap, For the rose it was only death. Heigho, we've only one life to live, And only one death to die: Good-morrow, new world, have you nothing to give? -- Good-bye, old world, good-bye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY OF THE MORNING by EDWIN MARKHAM THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 101 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE LONELY STREET by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS COMPARISON OF LOVE TO A STREAM FALLING FROM THE ALPS by THOMAS WYATT THE TOY BALLOONS by EDNA BECKER |