THESE WILL PASS...

THE WAYFARER

The beauty of the world hath made me sad,

This beauty that will pass:

Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy

To see a leaping squirrel in a tree

Or a red lady-bird upon a stalk

,Or little rabbits in a field at evening, lit by a slanting sun,

Or some green hill where shadows drifted by,

Some quiet hill where mountainy man hath sown

And soon would reap; near to the gates of heaven;

Or children with bare feet upon the sands

Of some ebbed sea, or playing on the streets

Of little towns in Connacht,Things young and happy,

And then my heart hath told me:

These will pass,

Will pass and change, will die and be no more,

Things bright and green, things young and happy;

And I have gone upon my way

Sorrowful.

P. H. PEARSE