On Such a Day
Some hang above the tombs, Some weep in empty rooms, I, when the iris blooms, Remember
I, when the cyclamen Opens her buds again, Rejoice a moment-then Remember
Some hang above the tombs, Some weep in empty rooms, I, when the iris blooms, Remember
I, when the cyclamen Opens her buds again, Rejoice a moment-then Remember
They
Your thighs off my hips
As far as I'm
They are all surgeons
I love, not just those
I knew back then,
But those
Who were young
Let such pure hate still underprop Our love, that we may be Each other's conscience,
And have our sympathy Mainly from thence
We'll one another treat like gods,
And all the faith we have In virtue and in truth, bestow On either, and...
Even such is time, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust,
Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days,
And from which eart...