Since dreams must die, as fragile as the lace The spider weaves to circumscribe her world Through a brief day; since transient dewdrop purled Within the rose must join the endless race To meet the sea, triumphant in embrace Again; since every accident has curled The growing fiber of the oak, and burled Its memory, I, too, may ask a grace: Since all things pass, yet in their way remain, May this frail pattern that I daily weave Be harmonized with beauty, love and pain; I ask no more than its design relieve The tedious drab that makes all effort plain -- That life's mosaic be my soul's reprieve. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC AND MEMORY by JOHN ALBEE THE CUPBOARD by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EPITHALAMIUM by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE MAID'S LAMENT; ELIZABETHAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SCILLA'S METAMORPHOSIS: MELANCHOLY by THOMAS LODGE THE VANITY OF THE WORLD by FRANCIS QUARLES THE NUANCES OF MENDACITY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): EROS AND HIS MOTHER by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |