Behold! This world I made with many an elf, With gnomes and little people of the hills, With shadow kings and dukes and margravines, With men-at-arms, with knights in panoply; And all within my little empery -- My costly tournaments; my gallant scenes; My hils of yellow furze; my little rills That tinkled like a mass-bell; and my hives Of honey bees; my owls that hoot o' night; My cardinals, my bishops, and my priests, My bannerets, my bugles, and my drums, All of these fade, and mark you I myself Am fading, like the moon, when morning comes ... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A DUTCH PROVERB by MATTHEW PRIOR IN TEMPTATION by CHARLES WESLEY A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 34 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO MOLIERE by NICOLAS BOILEAU-DESPREAUX THOUGHTS ON THE SHAPE OF THE HUMAN BODY by RUPERT BROOKE CHANGES by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |