Mortality Poem by Eugene Field

Mortality

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O Nicias, not for us alone
Was laughing Eros born,
Nor shines alone for us the moon,
Nor burns the ruddy morn;
Alas! to-morrow lies not in the ken
Of us who are, O Nicias, mortal men!

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Eugene Field

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St Louis / Missouri / United States
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