Here they trysted, here they strayed, <br />In the leafage dewy and boon, <br />Many a man and many a maid, <br />And the morn was merry June. <br />'Death is fleet, Life is sweet,' <br />Sang the blackbird in the may; <br />And the hour with flying feet, <br />While they dreamed, was yesterday. <br /> <br />Many a maid and many a man <br />Found the leafage close and boon; <br />Many a destiny began - <br />O, the morn was merry June! <br />Dead and gone, dead and gone, <br />(Hark the blackbird in the may!), <br />Life and Death went hurrying on, <br />Cheek on cheek--and where were they? <br /> <br />Dust on dust engendering dust <br />In the leafage fresh and boon, <br />Man and maid fulfil their trust - <br />Still the morn turns merry June. <br />Mother Life, Father Death <br />(O, the blackbird in the may!), <br />Each the other's breath for breath, <br />Fleet the times of the world away.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-they-trysted-and-here-they-strayed/
