After – Philip Bourke Marston

A little time for laughter,
A little time to sing,
A little time to kiss and cling,
And no more kissing after.

A little while for scheming
Love’s unperfected schemes;
A little time for golden dreams,
Then no more any dreaming.

A little while ’twas given
To me to have thy love;
Now, like a ghost, alone I move
About a ruined heaven.

A little time for speaking,
Things sweet to say and hear;
A time to seek, and find thee near,
Then no more any seeking.

A little time for saying
Words the heart breaks to say;
A short, sharp time wherein to pray,
Then no more need for praying;

But long, long years to weep in,
And comprehend the whole
Great grief that desolates the soul,
And eternity to sleep in.