Literature Lingers

Indeed Shakespeare is the inspiration:

Is it now? or Is it then? or Is it when? 

All that matters is being ready!

Yet the longing heart stays young forever

With unending quest... 

But, being ready to take it as it is

With no anxiety even saintly impossible act;

Who can even master it though! 

Indeed, Keats is the truth and beauty: 

The tangible reality is mere momentary; 

The joy or sorrow has no permanence; 

The intangible imagination lingers beyond time;

As the 'Bold Lover's Kiss on the Grecian Urn' 

Dwelling heart and timeless art have no boundaries...

Indeed, Yeats is the 'unageing intellect':

The uncertain mortal morbidity scares me deeply, 

The longing for timelessness sustains through, 

Let the elevated artistry consume the soul

To be an everlasting spark on the planet earth.