Classic Poem

Little enough you've learnt
While being within you burnt,
Consuming nights and days
In brief oblivioned blaze:
Soon whisperless are we,
Said the fire to me.

Nothing tonight you know
How worldhood's workings go;
Of what the years have wrought
You hold no smouldering thought;
Toward kindled flames to come
Your divination is dumb:
Little the mind remembers,
Sighed the shifting embers.