Classic Poem

Today , dear heart, but just today,
The sunshine over all,
The roses crimsoning the air
Along the garden wall!
Then let the dream and dreamer die
Whate'er shall be, shall be —
Today will still be thine and mine
To all eternity.

And oh, there is no glory, dear,
When all the world is done;
There is no splendor lasteth out
The sinking of the sun;
There is no thing that lasts, not one,
When we have turned to clay,
But this: you loved me — all the rest
Fades with the world away.

So little while, so little while,
This world shall last for us:
There is no way to keep it, dear,
But just to spend it thus:
There is no hand may stop the sand
From flowing fast away,
But his who turns the whole glass down
And dreams 'tis all today!