Song

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.