Classic Poem

Is there no ending of song?
Will time for ever unloosen
New birds of singing for flight,
Gold-plumed, broad-pinioned, and strong
To soar through the heart of the night
With singing and showering light?

Is there no ending of mirth?
Will time for ever unloosen
Fresh founts, clear, bubbling, and bright,
From the drainless youth of the earth
To sprinkle the heart of the night
With laughter and showering light?

Is there no ending of grief?
Will time for ever unloosen
Grey buds that wither to white
And fall as the fading leaf
And sigh in the heart of the night,
Or shiver in showering light?

Yea, mirth and grieving shall end;
But song upgathering shall mingle
Their perishing beauty and might,
And tears and laughter shall blend
To shatter the heart of the night
With singing and showering light.