THE sunset in the rosy west Burned soft and high; A shore-lark fell like a stone to his nest In the waving rye. A wind came over the garden beds From the dreamy lawn, The pansies nodded their purple heads, The poppies began to yawn. One pansy said: It is only sleep, Only his gentle breath: But a rose lay strewn in a snowy heap, For the rose it was only death. Heigho, we've only one life to live, And only one death to die: Good-morrow, new world, have you nothing to give? -- Good-bye, old world, good-bye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST by ANDREW MARVELL SPANISH WINGS: A LEAF FROM A LOG BOOK by H. BABCOCK SEASIDE THOUGHTS by BERNARD BARTON THE SONG OF THE COSSACK by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE HIGHLAND BALOU by ROBERT BURNS ADVICE TO THE REVERENDS ON THEIR PREACHING SLOWLY by JOHN BYROM |