Classic Poem

Enjoy your time, my soul! another race
Shall shortly fill the world, and take your place
With their own hopes and fears, sorrow and mirth;
I shall be dust the while, and crumbled earth.
But think not of it. Drink the racy wine
Of rich Taygetus, pressed from the vine
Which Theotimus in the sunny glen
(Old Theotimus; loved of gods and men,)
Planted and watered from a plenteous source,
Teaching the wayward stream a better course:
Drink it, and cheer your heart, and banish care,
A load of wine will lighten your despair.