Cry out on Time that he may take away <br />Your cold philosophies that give no hint <br />Of spirit-quickened flesh; fall down and pray <br />That Death come never with a face of flint: <br />Death is our heritage; with Life we share <br />The sunlight that must own his darkening hour: <br />Within his very presence yet we dare <br />To gather gladness like a fading flower. <br /> <br />For even as this, our joy not long may live <br />Perfect; and most in change the heart can trace <br />The miracle of life and human things: <br />All we have held to destiny we give; <br />Dawn glimmers on the soul-forsaken face; <br />Not we, but others, hear the bird that sings.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heritage/
