A Sonnet of Good Cheer
Fling wide the portals, rose-lipped dawn has come
To kill our drowsy visions into life;
Let me arise, a-lust for love and strife
To follow far some distant, pulsing drum.
Upon my vibrant soul-chords passions strum;
With hot, red, leaping blood my veins are rife.
Gods, let me take the universe to wife!
Ere Death, the cold accountant, close my sum.
Then as I spake, methought fierce laughter came
Across the dying hills where sunrise shot;
"Fool, fool, you come unbidden to this game,
"And Death that takes you hence shall ask you not.
"From life, this and only this, may you claim;
"Living, to die, and dying, be forgot."
Robert E. Howard