I GIVE you a day of my life -- Treasure no gold could buy -- For peasant and peer are at one When the time comes to die; And all that the monarch has, His koh-i-noor or his crown, He would give for one more day Ere he lay his dear life down. They are winged, like the viewless wind -- These days that come and go -- And we count them, and think of the end, But the end we cannot know: The whole world darkens with pain When a sunset fades in the west -- I give you a day of my life, My uttermost gift and my best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (2) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE A CONSECRATION by JOHN MASEFIELD VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |