He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sunrise. If you trap the moment before it is ripe, The tears of repentance you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go, You can never wipe off the tears of woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TUNICA PALLIO PROPRIOR by MARIANNE MOORE DAWN BEHIND NIGHT by ISAAC ROSENBERG |