Looking through a narrow window day by day
They behold the world go by on holiday;
Maid to man repeating Love me while you may
All go by them, none returns to them: they stay.
They behold love pass, and life passing away,
And each day puts on the face of yesterday.
And their hearts are sighing Love me while you may,
Love is lovely, life is passing: 'tis to-day.
All shall be to-morrow, still the elders say;
Many lenten morrows come and pass away,
And the world goes by, and as of old time they
Looking through a narrow window watch the way.
