The Fire of Spring

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Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint and heard great Argument  
About it and about, but evermore
Came out by the same Door as in I went.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a word of it.

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
That Youth’s sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
The Nightingale that in the branches sang,
Ah, whence and whither flown again, who knows?

From ‘The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam’ by Edward Fitzgerald