Wisdom
Itwas a night of early spring,The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;Around us shadows and the windListened for what was never spoken.Though half a score of years are gone,Spring comes as sharply now as then—But if we had it all to doIt would be done the same again.It was a spring that never came,But we have lived enough to knowWhat we have never had, remains;It is the things we have that go.
Itwas a night of early spring,The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;Around us shadows and the windListened for what was never spoken.Though half a score of years are gone,Spring comes as sharply now as then—But if we had it all to doIt would be done the same again.It was a spring that never came,But we have lived enough to knowWhat we have never had, remains;It is the things we have that go.
Itwas a night of early spring,The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;Around us shadows and the windListened for what was never spoken.
Itwas a night of early spring,
The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.
Though half a score of years are gone,Spring comes as sharply now as then—But if we had it all to doIt would be done the same again.
Though half a score of years are gone,
Spring comes as sharply now as then—
But if we had it all to do
It would be done the same again.
It was a spring that never came,But we have lived enough to knowWhat we have never had, remains;It is the things we have that go.
It was a spring that never came,
But we have lived enough to know
What we have never had, remains;
It is the things we have that go.