Foolish Continuance

I and my Foolish Continuance, What will it all bring? Shall it give me a further chance? What shall tomorrow sing? Give me a morn splendor and new, Everything fresh to the first; Only a song for the very few, What they will long for and thirst. Can I not bring into the light? Yearnings that I thought were gone; Give it another new flight, Until the wings are done. Why am I so out everywhere searching? Living in past and longing; What will the day tomorrow sing? When we are nearer to spring. I and my Foolish Continuance, But all is though with my thought; I have seen it at first glance, Everything that chances have brought. Why am I so out everywhere searching? When I am growing too old; Should I not be more alerting? For nothing for real I can hold.