To the Companions
How comes it that, at even-tide, When level beams should show most truth, Man, failing, takes unfailing pride In memories of his frolic youth? Venus and Liber fill their hour; The games engage, the law-courts prove; Till hardened life breeds love of power Or Avarice, Age's final love. Yet at the end, these comfort not Nor any triumph Fate decrees Compared with glorious, unforgot Ten innocent enormities Of frontless days before the beard, When, instant on the casual jest, The God Himself of Mirth appeared And snatched us to His heaving breast And we not caring who He was But certain He would come again Accepted all He brought to pass As Gods accept the lives of men... Then He withdrew from sight and speech, Nor left a shrine. How comes it now, While Charon's keel grates on the beach, He calls so clear: "Rememberest thou?"
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"How comes it that, at even-tide,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Rudyard Kipling delivers a powerful performance in "To the Companions"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...