Like to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue, Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like the wind that chafes the flood, Or bubbles which on water stood: Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in and paid to night: The wind blows out, the bubble dies, The spring intombed in autumn lies; The dew's dried up, the star is shot, The flight is past, and man forgot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 2 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SHAMEFUL DEATH by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) ELOISA TO ABELARD by ALEXANDER POPE CRICKET ON THE HEARTH by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER SUMMER RAINSTORM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SOUL-PATH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE EPIGRAM ON A ROPE-MAKER HANGED by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |