But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?

But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
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Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
Wears the hours away!
Languidly the Autumn wind
Stirs the forest leaves,
From the field the reapers sing
Binding up their sheaves:
And a proverb haunts my mind
As a spell is cast,
"The mill cannot grind
With the water that is past."

No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.

No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.

Nostalgia is a seductive liar.

Nostalgia is a seductive liar.

We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is read more

Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed.

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

The best of prophets of the future is the past.

The best of prophets of the future is the past.