You smile upon your friend to-day,
To-day his ills are over;
You hearken to the lover's say,
And happy is the lover.
'Tis late to hearken, late to smile,
But better late than never;
I shall have lived a little while
Before I die for ever.
More verses by Alfred Edward Housman
- Could Man Be Drunk Forever
- With Rue My Heart Is Laden
- Eight O'Clock
- Into My Heart An Air That Kills
- From Far, From Eve And Morning