Classic Poem

I

Let the day come out of the night
And the night come out of the day —
Night from day, and day from night,
And let the hours be a flight
Or wild birds winging away.

And whether the night or whether the day,
As the hours forever fly,
Holding the sun on their wings, or grey
With the dusk of night, let them go their way
Calling across the sky.

II

Love cannot stay, love cannot pass.
For every love that dies,
Swift as a flower from the grass,
A newer love shall rise.

Then why have I so long a face,
And why are you so proud?
For one the spring comes on apace,
For one, the snow's white shroud.

III

We may wander and wander far,
Wander far as the blue hills are;
Yet never so far as the blue hills seem —
Oh, the blue of a hill is a mist, a gleam,
Lighting a face, cooling the mind.
And though the roadways wind and wind,
And though we follow and wander on
Always the blue grows green as a lawn;
And always, though roads run green, run high,
Blows a blue mist across the eye.