This is a poem a ran across today, and I liked it so much, I decided to include it. It has a lot of the same themes this blog deals with, so I figured it'd be right at home here. The past is no more. The future is not yet.
They say that Hope is happiness
Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas.*
They say that Hope is happiness
Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas.*
--Virgil
They say that Hope is happiness--
But genuine Love must prize the past;
And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless:
They rose the first--they set the last.
And all that mem'ry loves the most
Was once our only hope to be:
And all that hope adored and lost
Hath melted into memory.
Alas! it is delusion all--
The future cheats us from afar:
Nor can we be what we recall,
Nor dare we think on what we are.
*"Happy is he who has been able to learn the cause of things."
--Lord Byron, 1829.
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