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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.
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"Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetet Incohare Longam" (1896)
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This title too is from Horace: "The short span of life forbids us to entertain long hopes."

 

Ernest Dowson

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You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
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A fragment comes and lingers from an old Christian hymn, "You've got to cross that lonesome valley." It carries him forward. "You've got to cross it by yourself." It seems a Western hymn that belongs out in Montana.
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