| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | IV. Inevitable
‘Come, cheerful day’ | | By Thomas Campion (1567–1620) |
| | | COME, cheerful day, part of my life, to me: | |
| For while thou view’st me with thy fading light, | |
| Part of my life doth still depart with thee, | |
| And I still onward haste to my last night. | |
| Time’s fatal wings do ever forward fly, | 5 |
| So every day we live a day we die. | |
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| But, O ye nights, ordain’d for barren rest, | |
| How are my days deprived of life in you, | |
| When heavy sleep my soul hath dispossest, | |
| By feigned death life sweetly to renew! | 10 |
| Part of my life, in that, you life deny: | |
| So every day we live a day we die. | | | | |
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