509. Envoy by Francis Thompson

Published: Nov. 1, 2009, 10:54 a.m.

b"F Thompson \\xa0read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n---------------------------------------\\nEnvoy\\nby Francis Thompson (1859 \\u2013 1907)\\n Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play; Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow: And some are sung, and that was yesterday, And some unsung, and that may be to-morrow. Go forth; and if it be o'er stony way, Old joy can lend what newer grief must borrow: And it was sweet, and that was yesterday, And sweet is sweet, though purchas-ed with sorrow. Go, songs, and come not back from your far way: And if men ask you why ye smile and sorrow, Tell them ye grieve, for your hearts know To-day, Tell them ye smile, for your eyes know To-morrow.\\n\\xa0\\nFirst aired: 5 May 2008\\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2009"