Alas! Alas! Alas! Alas!
My shoulders slump my eyes downcast
Why should fate bring so near
And yet withhold the final steer
To bring us two to place and time
Ever fleeting yet sublime
Alas! Alas!
We move to fast
Else too slow and shall not pass
This way again till who knows when
Alas! Alas! Alas!
Alas! Alas!
Like dew on grass
Somewhere between the first and last
Hard to touch and hard to taste
Before the wind evaporates
And carries water to the air
I would to drink but not is there
Though we know it's all around
In the sky and in the ground
Lest it be within a glass
Between our future and our past
Alas!
We cannot drink nor even see
And thirsty fools
Remaineth we
Alas! Alas! Alas!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem