In an old city by the storied shores, Where the bright summit of Olympus soars, A cryptic statue mounted toward the light— Heel-winged, tip-toed, and poised for instant flight. "O statue, tell your name," a traveler cried; And solemnly the marble lips replied: "Men call me Opportunity. I lift My wingèd feet from earth to show how swift My flight, how short my stay— How Fate is ever waiting on the way." "But why that tossing ringlet on your brow?" "That men may seize me any moment: @3Now,@1 Now is my other name; today my date; O traveler, tomorrow is too late!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAGNETIC MOUNTAIN: 32 by CECIL DAY LEWIS MY AIN COUNTRIE by MARY LEE DEMAREST THE DIRGE [FOR FIDELE], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 10. THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM RETURN CREEPING by CLARISSA BUCKLIN |