Herman Melville

(1 August 1819 – 28 September 1891 / New York City, New York)

Lone Founts - Poem by Herman Melville

Though fast youth's glorious fable flies,
View not the world with worldling's eyes;
Nor turn with weather of the time.
Foreclose the coming of surprise:
Stand where Posterity shall stand;
Stand where the Ancients stood before,
And, dipping in lone founts thy hand,
Drink of the never-varying lore:
Wise once, and wise thence evermore.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 17, 2010

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