Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord, <br />Who was the Future, died full long ago. <br />Knowledge which is the Past is folly. Go, <br />Poor child, and be not to thyself abhorred. <br />Around thine earth sun-winged winds do blow <br />And planets roll; a meteor draws his sword; <br />The rainbow breaks his seven-coloured chord <br />And the long strips of river-silver flow: <br />Awake! Give thyself to the lovely hours. <br />Drinking their lips, catch thou the dream in flight <br />About their fragile hairs' aerial gold. <br />Thou art divine, thou livest, -- as of old <br />Apollo springing naked to the light, <br />And all his island shivered into flowers.<br /><br />Trumbull Stickney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/live-blindly/
