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They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
... Love and desire and hate;
I think they have no portion in us after
... We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
... Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while
... Then closes
Within a dream.

~ Ernest Dowson......​

 

What is this?
It's pretty

 

A poem I came across online.

I was looking for the origins of a phrase I dropped in a post.

I was very pleased to learn that it was born of this 19th Century poem.

 

it.

 

I like it too.

It is definitely worthy of a frame and placement over a warm hearth.