Lyrics of Life (1909)/To-Day

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TO-DAY

Where hast thou gone, my Day?
 I meant to follow,
Extracting from thine every hour its sweet;
 But thou, beguiling hope with pledges hollow,
Art flown on wingèd feet.


Hardly I greet thy morn,
 The glory dwindles;
And as I plan thy moments with delight,
 The evening-primrose in my pathway kindles
Her taper for the night.


Ah, too precipitate!
 Might I not linger
To gather a stray blossom by the way,
 But pointing onward with thy warning finger,
Thou must outstrip me, Day?


Gladly I welcomed thee,
 An eager lover
Who deemed he knew each fleeting moment's cost.
 Is there no way, no method, to recover
The treasure I have lost?


Ah, no! From Time, alas!
 One may not borrow;
Nor move him what is squandered to restore.
 The tide flows back, and there may dawn a morrow;
Thee I shall find no more.