This day of beauty would I lengthen out,
Letting its fragrance sink into my soul
With alchemy divine, thus making whole
A nature oft perplexed with fear and doubt.
Time comes, with bustling haste and busy rout,
Our silent sacred moments to enrol
In that vast army marching to its goal,
Where Death alone can raise the victor's shout.

But Time, thou shalt not garner this day's joy,
Though memory fade, and hours forlorn ensue;
Nor dost thou seed in fruitful soil destroy,
But with thine hours bring it to life anew;
Thus other lives unwittingly shall bless
Thee, beauteous day, for thy sweet happiness.