DYING SUDDENLY WHILE THE EARL OF NOTTINGHAM LAY THERE, 26 AUGUST, 1637. SEE what we are: for though we often say, We are like guests that ride upon the way, Travel and lodge, and when the morn comes on, Call for a reck'ning, pay, and so are gone— We err; and have less time to be possess'd, For see! the host is gone before the guest. HERE lies kind Tom, thrust out of door, Nor high nor low, nor rich nor poor; He left the world with heavy cheer, And never knew what he made here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PLAYING SOMEONE ELSE'S PIANO by KAREN SWENSON THE BARON'S LAST BANQUET by ALBERT GORTON GREENE CRITICS AND CONNOISSEURS by MARIANNE MOORE THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE THE SORROW OF LOVE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |