Living
Time's A-Flying
Translated by John Addington Symonds (1884) · From Wine, Women, and Song (1884)
Laurel-crowned Horatius,
True, how true thy saying!
Swift as wind flies over us
Time, devouring, slaying.
Where are, oh! those goblets full
Of wine honey-laden,
Strifes and loves and bountiful
Lips of ruddy maiden?
Grows the young grape tenderly,
And the maid is growing;
But the thirsty poet, see,
Years on him are snowing!
What's the use on hoary curls
Of the bays undying.
If we may not kiss the girls,
Drink while time's a-flying?
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MLA
The Goliards (Wandering Scholars). “Time's A-Flying.” Translated by John Addington Symonds. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/goliards/47/.
Chicago
The Goliards (Wandering Scholars). “Time's A-Flying.” Translated by John Addington Symonds. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/goliards/47/.
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