Sonnet by Joachim du Bellay (1522-1560) / Translation by Morgan Downs If all our life is no more than a day In the Eternal; if the years which turn Chase off our days without hope of return, So transient are all things, be what they may: O captive soul, why do you dream today? Why unto worldly shadows do you yearn, Whereas, to fly in a more clear sojourn Your back is feathered for the wingèd way? There is the Good that every soul desires, There is the rest to which the world aspires, And there is love, and pleasure evermore. There, o my soul! Shepherded to the skies, The high ideal you shall realize Of beauty, which in this world I adore. Morgan Downs is a poet in his 20s living in Massachusetts.