Classic Poem

Since I was born mortal to tread pathways of years that fast
Fly like youth's dreams full well I know the time that is overpast.
But as to future fate, sorrow or joy, none can tell what shall be:
Then O care, grievous and black, what hast to do with me!
Ere shall dark death fall on mine eyes, sealing their lids with night,
I with dance, revel, and mirth will grasp the present's delight.