Days Too Short

When primroses are out in Spring,
And small, blue violets come between;
When merry birds sing on boughs green,
And rills, as soon as born, must sing;

When butterflies will make side-leaps,
As though escaped from Nature's hand
Ere perfect quite; and bees will stand
Upon their heads in fragrant deeps;

When small clouds are so silvery white
Each seems a broken rimmed moon--
When such things are, this world too soon,
For me, doth wear the veil of night.

by William Henry Davies

Comments (4)

invaded and sacked by the wind and the sun! Excellent conceptualization.
The innocence of words spoken when we are young!
Oh, me, invaded And sacked by the wind and the sun!
Millay expresses the acknowledgement of maturity that we were mistaken in our youth, yet how glad we are to have been in error!