A SMILE because the nights are short! And every morning brings such pleasure Of sweet love-making, harmless sport: Love that makes and finds its treasure; Love, treasure without measure. A sigh because the days are long! Long long these days that pass in sighing, A burden saddens every song. While time lags which should be flying, We live who would be dying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONFESSIONAL by ROBERT BROWNING THE CHARIOT by EMILY DICKINSON SCILLA'S METAMORPHOSIS: MELANCHOLY by THOMAS LODGE BURIAL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ARNOLD [VON] WINKELRIED by JAMES MONTGOMERY |