Tag: Queue Sera Sera

elucubrare:

All are at one now, roses and lovers,
      Not known of the cliffs and the fields and the sea.
Not a breath of the time that has been hovers
      In the air now soft with a summer to be.
Not a breath shall there sweeten the seasons hereafter
      Of the flowers or the lovers that laugh now or weep,
When as they that are free now of weeping and laughter
              We shall sleep.

Here death may deal not again for ever;
      Here change may come not till all change end.
From the graves they have made they shall rise up never,
      Who have left nought living to ravage and rend.
Earth, stones, and thorns of the wild ground growing,
      While the sun and the rain live, these shall be;
Till a last wind’s breath upon all these blowing
              Roll the sea.

Till the slow sea rise and the sheer cliff crumble,
      Till terrace and meadow the deep gulfs drink,
Till the strength of the waves of the high tides humble
      The fields that lessen, the rocks that shrink,
Here now in his triumph where all things falter,
      Stretched out on the spoils that his own hand spread,
As a god self-slain on his own strange altar,
              Death lies dead.