Poems (Probyn)/Song (Come what will, you are mine to-day)
For works with similar titles, see Song.
SONG.
Come what will, you are mine to-day,
While the wood-birds sing, and the world is gay!
You are mine for a moment, come what may—
But how will it be when the sun's away?
While the wood-birds sing, and the world is gay!
You are mine for a moment, come what may—
But how will it be when the sun's away?
Where shall we go when the swallows fly?
What shall we do when the roses die?
You are mine to-day, or you smile,or you sigh—
But how will it be in the by-and-bye?
What shall we do when the roses die?
You are mine to-day, or you smile,or you sigh—
But how will it be in the by-and-bye?
You are mine to-day in your grace full-grown
To clasp, and to kiss, and to call my own—
But how will it be when the rain comes down,
When the birds are mute, and the woods turn brown?
To clasp, and to kiss, and to call my own—
But how will it be when the rain comes down,
When the birds are mute, and the woods turn brown?
You are mine to-day with your secret told,
The flower whose leaves I have watched unfold—
But how will it be when the wind is cold?
What shall we do when we both grow old?
The flower whose leaves I have watched unfold—
But how will it be when the wind is cold?
What shall we do when we both grow old?
You are mine to-day while our hearts beat high—
Though the sun be setting, I care not, I!
There are other lands where the swallows fly,
There is still next year, when the roses die.
Though the sun be setting, I care not, I!
There are other lands where the swallows fly,
There is still next year, when the roses die.