What is to come we know not. But we know That what has been was good -- was good to show, Better to hide, and best of all to bear. We are the masters of the days that were: We have lived, we have loved, we have suffered . . . even so. Shall we not take the ebb who had the flow? Life was our friend. Now, if it be our foe -- Dear, though it spoil and break us! -- we not care What is to come? Let the great winds their worst and wildest blow, Or the gold weather round us mellow slow: We have fulfilled ourselves, and we can dare And we can conquer, though we may not share In the rich quiet of the afterglow What is to come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF A BAD SINGER; EPIGRAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE COUNT THAT DAY LOST by MARY ANN EVANS THE BLINDED BIRD by THOMAS HARDY THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF THE LIFE AND DEATH OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE WRITTEN IN THE BEGINNING OF MEZERAY'S HISTORY OF FRANCE by MATTHEW PRIOR THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |