WHERE is the heart that would not give Years of drowsy days and nights, One little hour, like this, to live Full, to the brim, of life's delights? Look, look around, This fairy ground, With love-lights glittering o'er; While cups that shine With freight divine Go coasting round its shore. Hope is the dupe of future hours , Memory lives in those gone by; Neither can see the moment's flowers Springing up fresh beneath the eye, Wouldst thou, or thou, Forego what's now, For all that Hope may say? No -Joy's reply, From every eye, Is, " Live we while we may. " | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CASTLE OF CHILLON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON HAUNTED HOUSES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW STRANGE MEETINGS: 10 by HAROLD MONRO THE EPITAPH IN FORM OF A BALLAD by FRANCOIS VILLON THE TULIP AND THE LILY, SELECTION by JAMES BARCLAY LOVE'S SECRET NAME by JOHN ARTHUR BLAIKIE |