Life is not sweet. One day it will be sweet <br />To shut our eyes and die: <br />Nor feel the wild flowers blow, nor birds dart by <br />With flitting butterfly, <br />Nor grass grow long above our heads and feet, <br />Nor hear the happy lark that soars sky high, <br />Nor sigh that spring is fleet and summer fleet, <br />Nor mark the waxing wheat, <br />Nor know who sits in our accustomed seat. <br /> <br />Life is not good. One day it will be good <br />To die, then live again; <br />To sleep meanwhile: so not to feel the wane <br />Of shrunk leaves dropping in the wood, <br />Nor hear the foamy lashing of the main, <br />Nor mark the blackened bean-fields, nor where stood <br />Rich ranks of golden grain <br />Only dead refuse stubble clothe the plain: <br />Asleep from risk, asleep from pain.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-and-death-58/
