HAST never come to thee an hour, <br /> A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, <br /> fashions, wealth? <br /> These eager business aims--books, politics, art, amours, <br /> To utter nothingness?<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hast-never-come-to-thee-an-hour/
