Eugene Field

(2 September 1850 - 4 November 1895 / St Louis / Missouri / United States)

Horatian Lyrics Odes I, 11. - Poem by Eugene Field

What end the gods may have ordained for me,
And what for thee,
Seek not to learn, Leuconoe; we may not know;
Chaldean tables cannot bring us rest--
'Tis for the best
To bear in patience what may come, or weal or woe.

If for more winters our poor lot is cast,
Or this the last,
Which on the crumbling rocks has dashed Etruscan seas;
Strain clear the wine--this life is short, at best;
Take hope with zest,
And, trusting not To-Morrow, snatch To-Day for ease!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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