In this world all the flow'rs wither, <br />The sweet songs of the birds are brief; <br />I dream of summers that will last <br />Always! <br /> <br />In this world the lips touch but lightly, <br />And no taste of sweetness remains; <br />I dream of a kiss that will last <br />Always. <br /> <br />In this world ev'ry man is mourning <br />His lost friendship or his lost love; <br />I dream of fond lovers abiding <br />Always!<br /><br />Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-this-world-2/
