A Man Young And Old: XI. From Oedipus At Colonus
Endure
what
life
God
gives
and
ask
no
longer
span;
Cease
to
remember
the
delights
of
youth,
travel-wearied
aged
man;
Delight
becomes
death-longing
if
all
longing
else
be
vain.
Even
from
that
delight
memory
treasures
so,
Death,
despair,
division
of
families,
all
entanglements
of
mankind
grow,
As
that
old
wandering
beggar
and
these
God-hated
children
know.
In
the
long
echoing
street
the
laughing
dancers
throng,
The
bride
is
carried
to
the
bridegroom's
chamber
through
torchlight
and
tumultuous
song;
I
celebrate
the
silent
kiss
that
ends
short
life
or
long.
Never
to
have
lived
is
best,
ancient
writers
say;
Never
to
have
drawn
the
breath
of
life,
never
to
have
looked
into
the
eye
of
day;
The
second
best's
a
gay
goodnight
and
quickly
turn
away.