Like the beautiful bodies of those who died before growing old, <br />sadly shut away in sumptuous mausoleum, <br />roses by the head, jasmine at the feet - <br />so appear the longings that have passed <br />without being satisfied, not one of the granted <br />a single night of pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings.<br /><br />Constantine P. Cavafy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/longings-4/
