Thursday, November 01, 2007

Poetry of the day

Is it so small a thing, To have enjoyed the sun,
To have lived light in the Spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done;
To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes –
That we must feign a bliss Of doubtful future date,
And while we dream on this, Lose all our present state,
And relegate to worlds yet distant our repose?

- Mathew Arnold, Empedocles on Etna (1852)

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