KING YESTERDAY

You and King Yesterday both have fled

To the Land-of-the-beautiful-days-that-are-dead.

How full of bird music the dewy-fair Morn

When Yesterday, King of the Past, was born;

How rosy with roses the passionate noon

When you and King Yesterday ruled sweet June;

How royal with splendour the crimsoning west

As Yesterday bravely grew old with zest;

And eve was a glamour of emerald light

When Yesterday greeted the world “Good-night.”

Oh! You and King Yesterday gently wean

My thoughts to the Country-it-might-have-been.