A Shropshire Lad - LVII

by A. E. Housman

    You smile upon your friend to-day,
    To-day his ills are over;
    You hearken to the lover's say,
    And happy is the lover.

    'Tis late to hearken, late to smile,
    But better late than never:
    I shall have lived a little while
    Before I die for ever.