(The brevity of life forbids us to entertain hopes of long duration- Horace)
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.
Ernest Dowson
(http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/dowson01.html)
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