BEAUTY calls and gives no warning, | |
Shadows rise and wander on the day. | |
In the twilight, in the quiet evening, | |
We shall rise and smile and go away. | |
Over the flaming leaves | 5 |
Freezes the sky. | |
It is the season grieves, | |
Not you, not I. | |
All our spring-times, all our summers, | |
We have kept the longing warm within. | 10 |
Now we leave the after-comers | |
To attain the dreams we did not win. | |
O we have wakened, Sweet, and had our birth, | |
And that’s the end of earth; | |
And we have toiled and smiled and kept the light, | 15 |
And that’s the end of night. |
Ridgely Torrence