Look! To-day is dying
After yesterday.
Time is always flying.
Flying—and when crying
Cannot make him stay,
Where's the use of sighing?
Men with by-and-bying,
Fritter life away.
Time is always flying,
Flying!—O, from prying
Cease, and go to play.
Where's the use of sighing,
"Time is always flying?"
W. E. Henley.
VILLANELLE.
A dainty thing's the Villanelle.
Sly, musical, a jewel in rhyme,
It serves its purpose passing well.
A double-clappered silver bell
That must be made to clink in chime,
A dainty thing's the Villanelle;
And if you wish to flute a spell,
Or ask a meeting 'neath the lime,
It serves its purpose passing well.