Ah, now this happy month is gone, <br />Not now, my heart, complain, <br />Nor rail at Time because so soon <br />He takes his own again. <br /> <br />He takes his own, the weeks, the hours, <br />But leaves the best with thee; <br />Seeds of imperishable flowers <br />In fields of memory.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ah-now-this-happy-month-is-gone/
