You and King Yesterday both have fled
To the Land-of-the-beautiful-days-that-are-dead.
How full of bird music the dewy-fair Morn
When Yesterday, King of the Past, was born;
How rosy with roses the passionate noon
When you and King Yesterday ruled sweet June;
How royal with splendour the crimsoning west
As Yesterday bravely grew old with zest;
And eve was a glamour of emerald light
When Yesterday greeted the world "Good-night."
Oh! You and King Yesterday gently wean
My thoughts to the Country-it-might-have-been.