 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
LONE FOUNTS
Though fast youth's glorious fable flies,View not the world with worldling's eyes;
Nor turn with weather of the time.
Foreclose the coming of surprise:
Stand where Posterity shall stand;
Stand where the Ancients stood before,
And, dipping in lone founts thy hand,
Drink of the never-varying lore:
Wise once, and wise thence evermore.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |