Though fast youth's glorious fable flies
View not the world with worldling's eyes;
Nor turn with the 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.
Sunday, January 15, 2006