Heart

 And Even The Light Of The Sun

And even the light of the Sun will fade, at the last,

And the leaves will fall, and the birds will hasten away,

And I will be left in the snow of a flowerless day,

To think on the glories of spring, and joys of a youth, long past.


Yet be silent, my heart! Do not count it a profitless thing,

To have seen the splendour of Sun, and of grass, and of flower!

To have lived and loved! For I hold that, to love if but for an hour,

Is better for man and woman, than cycles of blossoming spring.


From ‘Magdalen Walks’

Oscar Wilde