Time, time!—Passing time makes no sense to me.
Here you were yesterday and now are gone
Like a puff of smoke up yesterday’s chimney.
Your bed lies empty and your work is done.
Where are the dinner plates of yesterday?
Where is that honoured guest we call the Past?
Come, catch the moment as it flies away—
Let’s live each day as if it were our last.
Put on your winter coat. This is the time
To take your last walk by the sunless sea.
You are the main actor in this pantomime.
The rest are gone. There’s only you and me.
Ah, passing ship!—doomed ship before the wreck!—
That’s you, my dearest, standing on the deck.