by Elinor Wylie (1885 - 1928)

One thing comes
Language: English 
One thing comes
And another thing goes;
Frosts in November
Drive away the rose;
Like a blowing ember ...
The windflower blows
And drives away the snows.

It is sad to remember
And sorrowful to pray;
Let us laugh and be merry,
Who have seen today
The last of the cherry
And the first of the may;
And neither one will stay.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 14
Word count: 62