Monday, May 19, 2008

Intimations of Mortality

If I should live to be sixty-five

I would be thankful to be alive;

If I should live to be sixty-nine

That would be very, very fine;

But if I should live to be ninety

I'll marry Miss Aphrodite.


From Intimations of Immortality by William Wordsworth:

Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind…

The sunshine is a glorious birth;

But yet I know, where'er I go,

That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth.


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