Melancholetta

Time and space

        If Time and Space, as sages say,
      Are things which cannot be,
      The sun which does not feel decay
      No greater is then we.
      So why, Love, should we ever pray
      to live a century?
      The butterfly that lives a day
      Has lived eternity.

              The flowers I gave thee when the dew
              Was trembling on the vine,
              Were withered ere the wild bee flew
              To suck the eglentine.
              So let us haste to pluck anew
              Nor mourn to see them pine,
              And though our days of love be few
              Yet let them be divine.

      If Space and Time, as sages say,
      Are things which cannot be,
      The fly that lives a single day
      Has lived as long as we.
      But let us live while yet we may,
      While love and life are free,
      For time is time, and runs away,
      Though sages disagree.


  T. S. Eliot

posted by Jake @ 1:13 PM