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They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate;
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
from a poem by Ernest Dowson, entitled:
"Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetet Incohare Longam" (1896) [The above title is from Horace. It translates as: "The short span of life forbids us to entertain long hopes."]
Love and desire and hate;
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
from a poem by Ernest Dowson, entitled:
"Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetet Incohare Longam" (1896) [The above title is from Horace. It translates as: "The short span of life forbids us to entertain long hopes."]
