Palitha Ranatunge

"Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to Rest" Poem 21 - (First Edition 1859 by FitzGerald) How amazingly, he has written these lines about an eternal truth of our journey towards and end. Will that essentially be the end of all? We all question but he says . . . "Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling; The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly - and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing." Poem 7