Forever and a Day: A Song
I.
I LITTLE know or care
If the blackbird on the bough
Is filling all the air
With his soft crescendo now ;
For she is gone away,
And when she went she took
The springtime in her look,
The peachblow on her cheek,
The laughter from the brook,
The blue from out the May —
And what she calls a week
Is forever and a day !
If the blackbird on the bough
Is filling all the air
With his soft crescendo now ;
For she is gone away,
And when she went she took
The springtime in her look,
The peachblow on her cheek,
The laughter from the brook,
The blue from out the May —
And what she calls a week
Is forever and a day !
II.
It ’s little that I mind How the blossoms, pink or white, At every touch of wind Fall a-trembling with delight; For in the leafy lane, Beneath the garden boughs, And through the silent house One thing alone I seek. Until she come again The May is not the May, And what she calls a week Is forever and a day!
Thomas Bailey Aldrich.