Explore "The Scarlet Gown: THE BANISHED BEJANT FROM THE UNPUBLISHED REMAINS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE" by Robert Fuller Murray on Textopian.
What the end the gods have destined unto thee and unto me, / Ask not: 'tis forbidden knowledge. Be content, Leuconoe. / Let alone the fortune-tellers. How much better to endure / Whatsoever shall betide us -- even though we be not sure / Whether Jove grants other winters, whether this our last shall be / That upon the rocks opposing dashes now the Tuscan sea. / Be thou wise, and strain thy wines, and mindful of life's brevity / Stint thy hopes. The envious moments, even while we speak, have flown; / Trusting nothing to the future, seize the day that is our own.