Come, chase that starting tear away, Ere mine to meet it springs; To-night, at least, to-night be gay, Whate'er to-morrow brings! Like sunset gleams that linger late When all is dark'ning fast, Are hours like these we snatch from Fate -- The brightest and the last. To gild our dark'ning life, if Heaven But one bright hour allow, Oh! think that one bright hour is given, In all its splendour, now! Let's live it out -- then sink in night Like waves that from the shore One minute swell -- are touched with light -- Then lost for evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH A WOMAN'S LAST WORD by ROBERT BROWNING HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: TARAFA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HALT AND PARLEY by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE GOD'S BLESSINGS by WILLIAM CORNISH TO SARAH, COUNTESS OF JERSEY, ON HER BIRTHDAY by GEORGE CRABBE |