Poems (Van Vorst)/Song

by Marie Van Vorst

SONG

As the days
  Go their ways;
And the months, and the years,
Bring their laughter and their tears,
And their range
  Of turn and change—
All the old,
  Away we fold,—
  With the moth,
    And the dust;
  Nothing loth
    Since we must
Have the new!
  As the days
    Go their ways
One thing stays—
  My love for you.