ALONG the sunny lane, Wet with a fleeting rain, And white with daisies in the tall green grass, How sweet it is to stray Throughout a Summer day, Forgetting that a Summer day must pass. White clover for the bee, And just for you and me A happy lark is singing in a bush, Of Love and Stars and Spring, And so we hear him sing, Forgetting that the sweetest song must hush. We have no thought or care, Like all the flowers fair, For any Morrow or for Yesterday; And for a little while How sweet it is to smile, Forgetting that such smiles must pass away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND INTOXICATION by EMILY DICKINSON UNMANIFEST DESTINY by RICHARD HOVEY THE DAYS GONE BY by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY FOUND' (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI OLD SAUGATUCK MILL by GRACE JEWETT AUSTIN |