<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416851" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song of Yesterday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I <br>But yesterday <br>I looked away <br>O'er happy lands, where sunshine lay <br>In golden blots, <br>Inlaid with spots <br>Of shade and wild forget-me-nots. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My head was fair <br>With flaxen hair, <br>And fragrant breezes, faint and rare, <br>And, warm with drouth <br>From out the south, <br>Blew all my curls across my mouth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, cool and sweet, <br>My naked feet <br>Found dewy pathways through the wheat; <br>And out again <br>Where, down the lane, <br>The dust was dimpled with the rain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II <br>But yesterday! -- <br>Adream, astray, <br>From morning's red to evening's dray, <br>O'er dales and hills <br>Of daffodils <br>And lorn sweet-fluting whippoorwills. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew nor cares <br>Nor tears nor prayers -- <br>A mortal god, crowned unawares <br>With sunset -- and <br>A scepter-wand <br>Of apple-blossoms in my hand! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dewy blue <br>Of twilight grew <br>To purple, with a star or two <br>Whose lisping rays <br>Failed in the blaze <br>Of sudden fireflies through the haze. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III <br>But yesterday <br>I heard the lay <br>Of summer birds, when I, as they <br>With breast and wing, <br>All quivering <br>With life and love, could only sing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My head was leant <br>Where, with it, blent <br>A maiden's, o'er her instrument; <br>While all the night, <br>From vale to height, <br>Was filled with echoes of delight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all our dreams <br>Were lit with gleams <br>Of that lost land of reedy streams, <br>Along whose brim <br>Forever swim <br>Pan's lilies, laughing up at him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV <br>But yesterday! . . . <br>O blooms of May, <br>And summer roses -- where away? <br>O stars above; <br>And lips of love, <br>And all the honeyed sweets thereof! -- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O lad and lass, <br>And orchard pass, <br>And briered lane, and daisied grass! <br>O gleam and gloom, <br>And woodland bloom, <br>And breezy breaths of all perfume! -- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more for me <br>Or mine shall be <br>Thy raptures -- save in memory, -- <br>No more -- no more -- <br>Till through the Door <br>Of Glory gleam the days of yore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416851" data-title="The Song of Yesterday de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="I But yesterday I looked away O'er happy lands, where sunshine lay In golden blots, Inlaid with spots Of shade and wild forget-me-nots. My head was fair With flaxen hair, And fragrant breezes, faint and rare, And, warm with drouth From..."></div> </div> </div>

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