REMAIN, ah not in youth alone, <br />Though youth, where you are, long will stay, <br />But when my summer days are gone, <br />And my autumnal haste away. <br />“Can I be always by your side?” <br />No; but the hours you can, you must, <br />Nor rise at Death’s approaching stride, <br />Nor go when dust is gone to dust.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-appeal-4/
