Beyond The Shadow

SOME quick kind tears, some easy sorrow,

And then 'tis past.

'Twas sad; yet sadness has its morrow;

Blue skies succeed skies overcast:

Why should grief last?

Something that's passing, something dying.

Well, weep one's fill,

Spend grief's sweet courtesy, go sighing;

But violets break from snow-time's chill:

Who can mourn still?

Aye, let me pass. No life will miss me

Save few first days.

A shudder, stooping down to kiss me,

A little love and tardy praise;

Then the old ways.