They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, <br />Love and desire and hate: <br />I think they have no portion in us after <br />We pass the gate. <br /> <br />They are not long, the days of wine and roses: <br />Out of a misty dream <br />Our path emerges for a while, then closes <br />Within a dream.<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vitae-summa-brevis-spem-nos-vetat-incohare-longa/
