Non Dolet
by Oliver St. John Gogarty (1878-1957)

Our friends go with us as we go
      Down the long path where Beauty wends,
Where all we love forgathers, so
      Why should we fear to join our friends?

Who would survive them to outlast
      His children; to outwear his fame—
Left when the Triumph has gone past—
      To win from Age, not Time, a name?

Then do not shudder at the knife
      That Death’s indifferent hand drives home,
But with the Strivers leave the Strife,
      Nor, after Caesar, skulk in Rome.

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