Ho, everyone that thirsteth <br />And hath the price to give, <br />Come to the stolen waters, <br />Drink and your soul shall live. <br /> <br />Come to the stolen waters, <br />And leap the guarded pale, <br />And pull the flower in season <br />Before desire shall fail. <br /> <br />It shall not last for ever, <br />No more than earth and skies; <br />But he that drinks in season <br />Shall live before he dies. <br /> <br />June suns, you cannot store them <br />To warm the winter's cold, <br />The lad that hopes for heaven <br />Shall fill his mouth with mold.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ho-everyone-that-thirsteth/
