Allegory - In The Nursery

Ah, my beloved, fill the Cup that clears

Today of past regrets and future Fears-

Tomorrow?

— Why, Tomorrow I may be Myself with Yesterday’s Seven Thousand Years.

Lo!

some we loved, the loveliest and best

That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,

Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,

And one by one crept silently to Rest.

And we, that now make merry in the Room

They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,

Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth

Descend, ourselves to make a Couch-for whom?

Ah.make the most of what we yet may spend,

Before we too into the dust descend;

Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

Ah, fill the Cup:-what boots it to repeat

How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:

Unborn Tomorrow, and dead Yesterday

Why fret about them if Today be sweet!

Wilderness

Paradise