To A Day
Specifically, Thursday, the eleventh of May, A.D.2006.
by David Mitchell
Come back! Come back! Have you once fled
And never will return?
Are you, past hour, forever dead
That then so warm did burn?
You were not then so far away
From my yet yearning arms,
And kept unhappy thoughts at bay
Turning life’s storms to calms.
You summer’s day, so quickly gone…
How quickly time goes by:
So swiftly is our past life flown:
So swiftly we shall die.