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LVII. [You smile upon your friend to-day,]

by A. E. Housman, 1896

You smile upon your friend to-day,
 To-day his ills are over;
You hearken to the lover's say,
 And happy is the lover.

'Tis late to hearken, late to smile,
 But better late than never:
I shall have lived a little while
 Before I die for ever.

Published in A Shropshire Lad
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