Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LIFE IS A SUMMER'S DAY, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: And it is gone Subject(s): Summer; Conduct Of Life | ||||||||
Life is a summer's day When as it were for aye We sport and play. Anon the night comes on, The ploughman's work is done, And day is gone. We read in this one page Both Youth, Manhood, and Age That hoary Sage. The morning is our prime, That laughs to scorn old Time, And knows no crime. The noon comes on apace, And then with swel'tring face We run our race. When eve comes stealing o'er We ponder at our door On days of yore. The patient kine, they say, At dawn do frisk and play, And well they may. By noon their sports abate, For then, as bards relate, They vegetate. When eventide hath come, And grey flies cease their hum, And now are dumb, They leave the tender bud, That's cooling to the blood, And chew the cud. Let's make the most of morn, Ere grey flies wind their horn, And it is gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTRODUCTION TO THE WORLD by MATTHEA HARVEY SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN MY LIFE: YET WE INSIST THAT LIFE IS FULL OF HAPPY CHANCE by LYN HEJINIAN CHAPTER HEADING by ERNEST HEMINGWAY PUNK HALF PANTHER by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA A CERTAIN MAN by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA GREEN-STRIPED MELONS by JANE HIRSHFIELD LIKE THE SMALL HOLE BY THE PATH-SIDE SOMETHING LIVES IN by JANE HIRSHFIELD |
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