Why love life more, the less of it be left,
And what is left be little but the lees,
And Time's subsiding passions have bereft
One's taste for pleasure, and one's power to please?
Is it not better, like the waning year,
Without lament resignedly to fade,
Since by enduring ordinance all things here
Are in their season shattered and decayed?
If you have shared in April's freshet song,
And Summer can without reproach recall,
Yearn not Autumnal harvest to prolong,
Nor shrink from Winter that awaits us all;
But, lightened of the load of earthly ties,
Pursue with homeward step your journey to the skies.
Love Of Life
Alfred Austin
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Poem topics: I love you, journey, life, power, song, summer, time, winter, pleasure, Season, year, taste, step, prolong, yearn, april, love, I miss you, april fools, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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