Lame, impotent conclusion to youth's dreams Vast as all heaven! See, what glory lies Entangled here in these base stratagems, What virtue done to death! O glorious sighs, Sublime beseechings, high cajoleries, Fond wraths, brave ruptures, all that sometime was Our daily bread of gods beneath the skies, How are ye ended, in what utter loss! Time was, time is, and time is yet to come, Till even time itself shall have its end. These were eternal. And behold, a tomb! Come, let us laugh and eat and drink. God send What all the world must need one day as we, Speedy oblivion, rest for memory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SERVICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOOKS AND EYES by KAREN SWENSON WILLIAM AND HELEN by GOTTFRIED AUGUST BURGER THE BAT by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE DIFFERENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |