Ye hasten to the grave! What seek ye there, <br />Ye restless thoughts and busy purposes <br />Of the idle brain, which the world's livery wear? <br />O thou quick heart, which pantest to possess <br />All that pale Expectation feigneth fair! <br />Thou vainly curious mind which wouldest guess <br />Whence thou didst come, and whither thou must go, <br />And all that never yet was known would know-- <br />Oh, whither hasten ye, that thus ye press, <br />With such swift feet life's green and pleasant path, <br />Seeking, alike from happiness and woe, <br />A refuge in the cavern of gray death? <br />O heart, and mind, and thoughts! what thing do you <br />Hope to inherit in the grave below?<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-ye-hasten-to-the-grave/
