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.