Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme

Here you will find the Poem In This World of poet Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme

In This World

In this world all the flow'rs wither,
The sweet songs of the birds are brief;
I dream of summers that will last

In this world the lips touch but lightly,
And no taste of sweetness remains;
I dream of a kiss that will last

In this world ev'ry man is mourning
His lost friendship or his lost love;
I dream of fond lovers abiding