We shall have our little day.
Take my hand and travel still
Round and round the little way,
Up and down the little hill.
It is good to love again;
Scan the renovated skies,
Dip and drive the idling pen,
Sweetly tint the paling lies.
Trace the dripping, piercèd heart,
Speak the fair, insistent verse,
Vow to God, and slip apart,
Little better, little worse.
Would we need not know before
How shall end this prettiness;
One of us must love the more,
One of us shall love the less.
Thus it is, and so it goes;
We shall have our day, my dear.
Where, unwilling, dies the rose
Buds the new, another year.
1926
Regular
Modernism
2023
Love & Relationships
Memory & The Past
Alliteration
the repetition of the same letter or sound at the beginning of words appearing in succession
Repetition
a recurrence of the same word or phrase two or more times
Rhyme
correspondence of sound between words or the endings of words, especially when these are used at the ends of lines of poetry