PHYLLIS, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day, Few are my years, but my griefs are not few, Ever to youth should each day be a May-day, Warm wind and rose-breath and diamonded dew -- Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day. Oh for the sunlight that shines on a May-day! Only the cloud hangeth over my life. Love that should bring me youth's happiest heyday Brings me but seasons of sorrow and strife; Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day. Sunshine or shadow, or gold day or gray day, Life must be lived as our destinies rule; Leisure or labor or work day or play day -- Feasts for the famous and fun for the fool; Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SISTERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THE MESSENGER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TANAGER by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN ANNA, THY CHARMS by ROBERT BURNS LINES ON THE CAMP HILL NEAR HASTINGS by THOMAS CAMPBELL |