Here you will find the Poem Day is dead, and let us sleep of poet Augusta Davies Webster
DAY is dead, and let us sleep, Sleep a while or sleep for aye, 'Twere the best if we unknew While to-morrow dawned and grew; It may bring us time to weep: We were glad to-day. Joy a little while is won, Joy is ending while begun; Then the setting of the sun. Afterwards is long to rue.
