The Sum
A little dreaming by the way,A little toiling day by day;A little pain, a little strife,A little joy,—and that is life.
A little short-lived summer’s morn,When joy seems all so newly born,When one day’s sky is blue above,And one bird sings,—and that is love.
A little sickening of the years,The tribute of a few hot tearsTwo folded hands, the failing breath,And peace at last,—and that is death.
Just dreaming, loving, dying so,The actors in the drama go—A flitting picture on a wall,Love, Death, the themes; but is that all?