Poem by William Ernest Henley

Echoes. 30. Kate-a-Whimsies, John-a-Dreams

Kate-a-Whimsies, John-a-Dreams,
   Still debating, still delay,
And the world’s a ghost that gleams—
   Wavers—vanishes away!

We must live while live we can;
   We should love while love we may.
Dread in women, doubt in man . . .
   So the Infinite runs away.

1. Echoes. 26. In the Placid Summer Midnight
2. Echoes. 14. The Wan Sun Westers, Faint and Slow
3. Echoes. 44. If It Should Come to Be
4. Attadale, West Highlands
5. Echoes. 18. The Nightingale Has a Lyre of Gold

Print

1763 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version