False life! a foil and no more, when Wilt thou be gone? Thou foul deception of all men That would not have the true come on. Thou art a moon-like toil; a blind Self-posing state; A dark contest of waves and wind; A mere tempestuous debate. Life is a fixed, discerning light, A knowing joy; No chance, or fit; but ever bright, And calm and full, yet doth not cloy. 'Tis such a blissful thing, that still Doth vivify, And shine and smile, and hath the skill To please without Eternity. Thou art a toilsome mole, or less, A moving mist; But life is what none can express, A quickness which my God hath kissed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MIDNIGHT SKATERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE EBB AND FLOW by EDWARD TAYLOR UNSUNG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LOVES MONARCHIE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE SUMMONS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE BATTLE OF THE FLOWERS by MATHILDE BLIND NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 21 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE FOURE MONARCHIES: ASSYRIAN. SEMIRAMIS by ANNE BRADSTREET |