Phyllis
Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day,Few are my years, but my griefs are not few,Ever to youth should each day be a May-day,Warm wind and rose-breath and diamonded dew—Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day.
Oh for the sunlight that shines on a May-day!Only the cloud hangeth over my life.Love that should bring me youth’s happiest heydayBrings me but seasons of sorrow and strife;Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day.
Sunshine or shadow, or gold day or gray day,Life must be lived as our destinies rule;Leisure or labor or work day or play day—Feasts for the famous and fun for the fool;Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day.