And these-are these indeed the end, <br />This grinning skull, this heavy loam? <br />Do all green ways whereby we wend <br />Lead but to yon ignoble home? <br /> <br />Ah well! Thine eyes invite to bliss; <br />Thy lips are hives of summer still. <br />I ask not other worlds while this <br />Proffers me all the sweets I will.<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-these-are-these-indeed-the-rnd/
