NAKED I came, when I began to be A man among the Sons of Misery, Tender, unarm'd, helpless, and quite forlorn, E'er since 'twas my hard fortune to be born; And when the space of a few weary days Shall be expir'd, then must I go my ways. Naked I shall return, and nothing have, Nothing wherewith to bribe my hungry Grave. Then what's the proudest Monarch's glittering robe, Or what's he, more than I, that rul'd the globe? Since we must all without distinction die, And slumber both stark naked, he and I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADAM AND HIS FATHER by KAREN SWENSON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 9. AT THE ALTAR-RAIL by THOMAS HARDY NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. A SONG TO DAVID by CHRISTOPHER SMART ON THE UNION AND THREE-FOLD DISTINCTION OF GOD, NATURE AND CREATURE by JOHN BYROM |