Here you will find the Poem You Have Let The Beauty Of The Day Go Over of poet Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
You have let the beauty of the day go over, You have let the glory of the noon go by. Clouds from the West have gathered close and cover All but a remnant now of our proud sky. Dumbly the rain beats on our darkened faces. Hushed are the woods. Alas, for us no bird Shall sing to--day of pleasure in green places, No touch shall thrill, no soul of leaves be stirred. Why did we wait? What faith was ours in fortune? What was our pride that fate should kneel to us? Oh, we were fools. Love loves not to importune, And he is silent here in this sad house. Alas, dear love, the day for us is ended, The pleasure of green fields, of streams, of skies. One hour remains, one only of joy blended With coming night. Ah, seize it ere it flies. Draw fast the curtains. Close the door on sorrow. Shut out the dusk. It only makes us grieve. Here we may live a life,--and then, to--morrow, If fate still wills it, we may take our leave.
