Dream and a Day

by John Vance Cheney

John Vance Cheney

How many happy summers yet,

How many times the bird, the rose,

Ere 't is to sleep and to forget?

There 's never a heart that knows.

How oft shall come the summer weather

Along the fields, the greenwood way,

And lover and loved one be together?

There 's never a heart can say.

And ever a heart why should it say?

What would love have of joy or sorrow?

Love, with its dream, its dream and a day,

Has never a thought for the morrow.

Last updated January 14, 2019