Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; <br /> The day is overworn, the birds all flown; <br /> And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; <br /> Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land, <br /> Broods like an owl; we cannot understand <br /> Laughter or tears, for we have only known <br /> Surpassing vanity: vain things alone <br /> Have driven our perverse and aimless band. <br /> <br /> Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold, <br /> To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust <br /> Find end of labour, where's rest for the old, <br /> Freedom to all from love and fear and lust. <br /> Twine our torn hands! O pray the earth enfold <br /> Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-last-word/
