BLOOMS OF MAY

By James Whitcomb Riley

But yesterday!...

O blooms of May,

And summer roses — Where-away?

O stars above,

And lips of love

And all the honeyed sweets thereof!

O lad and lass

And orchard-pass

And briered lane, and daisied grass!

O gleam and gloom,

And woodland bloom,

And breezy breaths of all perfume!—

No more for me

Or mine shall be

Thy raptures — save in memory,—

No more — no more —

Till through the Door

Of Glory gleam the days of yore.