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.