What is to come we know not. But we know That what has been was good--was good to show, Better to hide, and best of all to bear. We are the masters of the days that were; We have lived, we have loved, we have suffered...even so. Shall we not take the ebb who had the flow? Life was our friend? Now, if it be our foe-- Dear, though it spoil and break us! --need we care What is to come? Let the great winds their worst and wildest blow, Or the gold weather round us mellow slow; We have fulfilled ourselves, and we can dare And we can conquer, though we may not share In the rich quiet of the afterglow What is to come.
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What is to come we know not. But we know
That what has been was good--was good to show,
Better to hide, and best of all to bear.
We are the masters of the days that were;
We have lived, we have loved, we have suffered...even so.
Shall we not take the ebb who had the flow?
Life was our friend? Now, if it be our foe--
Dear, though it spoil and break us! --need we care
What is to come?
Let the great winds their worst and wildest blow,
Or the gold weather round us mellow slow;
We have fulfilled ourselves, and we can dare
And we can conquer, though we may not share
In the rich quiet of the afterglow
What is to come.
What is to come by William Ernest Henley
Perplexed, perturbed, perpetuate.
Bewitched, beguiled, bemused.
Ecstatic, devoured, bereaved.
I know not what to fear, but
fear besets me.
I know not how to love, but
love surrounds me.
What is to come I know not, but
what has been was like a dream.
May the days to come be filled with joy, and
not grieve.
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