Song

David Park Barnitz

She hath liv'd the life of a rose,
She that was fair,
Blown on by the summer air,
Grown tall in a golden close.

An ending is set to delight;
Now thou art as grass,
As the leaves, as the blossoms that pass,
Made pale at the touch of the night.

Cometh a day and a night,
     When the lamps of life burn dim,
When peace is secur'd for delight,
     And poppies for the red-rose flower;
     When the lamps of life burn dim,
Cometh a day and a night,
     A day and a night and an hour.

Cometh the end of the years,
     When the cheeks have the lilies' bloom,
When slumber is given for tears,
     And the breasts to the worm belong;
     When the cheeks have the lilies' bloom,
Cometh the end of the years,
     As silence after the song.

Cometh a day and a night
     For him to whom all is thrown,
Whose own is the bosom white,
     Whose own are the lips of gold;
     For him to whom all is thrown,
Cometh a day and a night,
     To have and to own and to hold.