Beauty calls and gives no warning, Shadows rise and wander on the day. In the twilight, in the quiet evening, We shall rise and smile and go away. Over the flaming leaves Freezes the sky. It is the season grieves, Not you, not I. All our spring-times, all our summers, We have kept the longing warm within. Now we leave the after-comers To attain the dreams we did not win. O we have wakened, Sweet, and had our birth, And that's the end of earth; And we have toiled and smiled and kept the light, And that's the end of night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN IN KENSINGTON GARDENS by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: SPRING by JOHN FLETCHER TEARS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR NORTHBOUN' by LUCY ARIEL WILLIAMS |