 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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LIFE'S DAY.
TO ONE WHO ASKS ME FOR A MERRY SONG.
Oh, could I know how long Life's day—
How near its end, or far away—
What space for mirth, what room for tears—
Then might I put aside my fears,
And for a little while be gay.
How near its end, or far away—
What space for mirth, what room for tears—
Then might I put aside my fears,
And for a little while be gay.
But now, I think, Death soon may stray
Hereward, and find me at my play,
And mock my laughter with his jeers—
Ah, could I know!
Hereward, and find me at my play,
And mock my laughter with his jeers—
Ah, could I know!
And so I tremble 'neath the sway
Of that arch Foe, who at me peers,
And hour by hour my covert nears,
Yet mocks me when I bid him say
How long for me may be Life's day.
Of that arch Foe, who at me peers,
And hour by hour my covert nears,
Yet mocks me when I bid him say
How long for me may be Life's day.
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |