DAY is dead, and let us sleep, <br />Sleep a while or sleep for aye, <br />'Twere the best if we unknew <br />While to-morrow dawned and grew; <br />It may bring us time to weep: <br />We were glad to-day. <br />Joy a little while is won, <br />Joy is ending while begun; <br />Then the setting of the sun. <br />Afterwards is long to rue.<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-is-dead-and-let-us-sleep/
