A Smile and a Sigh
(Macmillan’s Magazine, May 1868.)
A smile because the nights are short!And every morning brings such pleasureOf sweet love-making, harmless sport:Love, that makes and finds its treasure;Love, treasure without measure.
A sigh because the days are long!Long long these days that pass in sighing,A burden saddens every song:While time lags who should be flying,We live who would be dying.