Like to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue, Of silver drops of morning dew, Or like a wind that chafes the flood, Or bubbles which on water stood, -- E'en such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to-night. The wind blows out, the bubble dies, The spring entombed in autumn lies, The dew dries up, the star is shot, The flight is past, -- and man forgot! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 3 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A STRANGE MEETING by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES IDEA: 14. TO TIME by MICHAEL DRAYTON SABBATH MORNING by L. DALE AHERN A LOVE-MESSAGE by LILLIAN CORBETT BARNES PRINCE ADEB by GEORGE HENRY BOKER |