MY comforts drop and melt away like snow: I shake my head, and all the thoughts and ends, Which my fierce youth did bandie, fall and flow Like leaves about me, or like summer-friends, Flyes of estates and sunne-shine. But, to all Who think me eager, hot, and undertaking, But in my prosecutions slack and small; As a young exhalation, newly waking, Scorns his first bed of dirt, and means the sky; But, cooling by the way, grows pursie and slow, And settling to a cloud, doth live and die In that dark state of tears: to all, that so Show me, and set me, I have one reply, Which they that know the rest, know more then I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CONTEMPLATIONS by ANNE BRADSTREET AUF WIEDERSEHEN! SUMMER by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MEMORIAL TO D.C.: 2. PRAYER TO PERSEPHONE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1884 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 109 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |