We shall surely die:
Must we needs grow old?
Grow old and cold,
And we know not why?
O, the By-and-By,
And the tale that’s told!
We shall surely die:
Must we needs grow old?
Grow old and sigh,
Grudge and withhold,
Resent and scold?…
Not you and I?
We shall surely die!
More verses by William Ernest Henley
- After
- Ballade Of Midsummer Days And Nights
- A Wink From Hesper
- Allegro Maestoso
- I. M. R. T. Hamilton Bruce (1846-1899)
