But have you wine and music still,
And statues and a bright-eyed love,
And foolish thoughts of good and ill,
And prayers to them who sit above?
To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence (l. 9-12)
But have you wine and music still,
And statues and a bright-eyed love,
And foolish thoughts of good and ill,
And prayers to them who sit above?
To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence (l. 9-12)