The color of life

Would that we might for every stay
The rainbow glories of the world,
The blue of the unfathomed sea,
The rare azalea late unfurled,
The parrot of a greener spring,
The willows and the terrance line,
The stranger from the night-steeped hills,
The rose lit brimming cup of wine.
Oh for a life that stretched afar,
Where spring sang clear from star to star;
Alas! What hope for such a life?