What trifling coil do we poor mortals keep;
Wake, eat, and drink, evacuate, and sleep.
What trifling coil do we poor mortals keep;
Wake, eat, and drink, evacuate, and sleep.
“Yet when within my heart I gaze
Upon my fair beyond the waters,
Meseems my soul within me prays
To pass straightway beyond the waters.
Though I be alway banished
From ways and woods that she doth tread,
One thing there is that doth not fade,”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Spear”