Augusta Davies Webster
Day Is Dead, And Let Us Sleep - Poem by Augusta Davies Webster
DAY is dead, and let us sleep,
Sleep a while or sleep for aye,
'Twere the best if we unknew
While to-morrow dawned and grew;
It may bring us time to weep:
We were glad to-day.
Joy a little while is won,
Joy is ending while begun;
Then the setting of the sun.
Afterwards is long to rue.
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