They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
Ernest Christopher Dowson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vitae-summa-brevis-spem-nos-vetat-incohare-longa/
