A. E. Housman
You smile upon your friend to-day
        
         LVII
        
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.