The speaker looks at a world that seems more beautiful than ever, with blooming flowers, bright sun and shining water, and yet keeps noticing death waiting just behind it. The refrain "the world's gone beautiful" comes back again and again, and each time it sounds a little less like simple praise and more like someone trying to hold onto a feeling before it slips away.
The mood is calm but uneasy. The speaker talks in a "we," counting days and blessings, admitting that nobody knows what's coming or how much time is left. The past "lurks," the future is uncertain, and "all we have is time," which is both a comfort and a warning. The last stanza turns the beauty into something like a final dance: "now it's our turn on the floor." The poem suggests a quiet acceptance of the end, or at least of what "appears to be" the end, with beauty and loss sitting side by side.