Classic Poem

Yes, the days will still be dappled
With sweet showers and gleams of sun,
And the storms will not last forever, —
But my beautiful days are done.

To be tired so soon in the journey,
With the race perhaps but half run!
To know while the Spring yet lingers
That my beautiful days are done!

Ah, my Heart, we are very weary;
But courage, thou suffering one!
For all days, sooner or later,
Like my beautiful days, are done!