WHO, in his tenderest years, Finds some new lovely thing, His hope is high, and he flies On the wings of his manhood: Better than riches are his thoughts. -- But man's pleasure is a short time growing And it falls to the ground As quickly, when an unlucky twist of thought Loosens its roots. Man's life is a day. What is he? What is he not? A shadow in a dream Is man: but when God sheds a brightness, Shining light is on earth And life is sweet as honey. AEgina, dear mother, Keep this city in her voyage of freedom: You, with Zeus and lord Aiakos, Peleus, and noble Telamon, and Achilles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE PIOUS MEMORY OF THE YOUNG LADY MRS. ANNE KILLIGREW by JOHN DRYDEN SUMMER (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FROM POOLS OF DEEPER THOUGHT by MAUDE HARDY ARNOLD THE LOAN by SABINE BARING-GOULD ON A FAN by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS CONJUNCTION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |