Eugene Field - Mortality

O Nicias, not for us alone <br />Was laughing Eros born, <br />Nor shines alone for us the moon, <br />Nor burns the ruddy morn; <br />Alas! to-morrow lies not in the ken <br />Of us who are, O Nicias, mortal men!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mortality-16/