 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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ONE DAY.
How glad we were of the morn,
When the royal Sun climbed high,
And the winds went wild with glee,
And the birds flew singing by—
Till the swift, bright hours were spent,
And the scornful stars looked down,
For Night is stronger than Day—
And hearts turn cold at its frown.
When the royal Sun climbed high,
And the winds went wild with glee,
And the birds flew singing by—
Till the swift, bright hours were spent,
And the scornful stars looked down,
For Night is stronger than Day—
And hearts turn cold at its frown.
Ah well, it is so with Life—
We hope, we despair, we die—
We joy in the transient strife—
Then low in the dust we lie—
And over us blossoms creep—
And the moon and the stars look down—
What matter when we are asleep?
We heed neither smile, nor frown.
We hope, we despair, we die—
We joy in the transient strife—
Then low in the dust we lie—
And over us blossoms creep—
And the moon and the stars look down—
What matter when we are asleep?
We heed neither smile, nor frown.
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |