Poems (Holford)/Yesterday: a Song
YESTERDAY.
A SONG.
Why my truant thoughts returnO'er the pleasing past to stray,Why my fancy wilt thou mournThe lost delights of yesterday!
Light-wing'd minutes, laughing hours,Blushing youth, and pleasure gay,Careless ease and social pow'rs,Are ye too fled with yesterday!
Scenes of vanish'd bliss adieu!Flit ye airy shapes away!Hope gives a morrow to my viewWhich looks not back on yesterday!