Time's Song
by Frank Dempster Sherman
The days come,
And the days go!
The bees hum
Where the roses blow:
The days go,
And the leaves burn:
The birds know,
And to home return.
The days come,
And the days go!
And all dumb
Lies the world in snow:
The days go,
And the year's rhyme
Is made so
By the poet, Time!
Source:
Lyrics For A LuteCopyright 1890
Boston and New York, Houghton, Mifflin, and Company