SEEK not, for thou shalt not find it, what my end, what thine shall be; Ask not of Chaldaea's science what God wills, Leuconoe: Better far, what comes, to bear it. Haply many a wintry blast Waits thee still; and this, it may be, Jove ordains to be thy last, Which flings now the flagging sea-wave on the obstinate sandstone-reef. Be thou wise: fill up the wine-cup; shortening, since the time is brief, Hopes that reach into the future. While I speak, hath stol'n away Jealous Time. Mistrust To-morrow, catch the blossom of To-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS SATIRE: 1. TO JOHN POYNZ (POINS) by THOMAS WYATT WHEN DEATH HAS LOST THE KEY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING RING FROM THE RIM OF THE GLASS, BOYS by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY ON THE RHINE by MATTHEW ARNOLD |