19 May, 2020 by katelaity
(with apologies to Mr D)
Go and catch a falling star,
Prop with gold a failing state;
Tell me where all fortunes are,
And just how long we have to wait.
Teach me to hear the words of wisdom,
To prevent another schism,
Serves to eulogise this time.
[Image via the British Library Flickr: “Messia [A translation of Pope’s ‘Messiah’ into Latin, written as a College exercise.]” Johnson, Samuel, n.d.]
Mr Donne’s superior original poem here.