DAY is dead, and let us sleep, Sleep a while or sleep for aye; 'T were the best if we unknew While to-morrow dawn'd and grew; It may bring us time to weep: We were glad to-day. Joy for a little while is won, Joy is ending while begun; Then the setting of the sun; Afterwards is long to rue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS by ROBERT AYTON AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON RECUERDO by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 47 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GOOD FRYDAY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |