AS slow and solemn yonder deepening knell Tolls through the sullen evening's shadowy gloom, Alone and pensive, in my silent room, On man and on mortality I dwell. And as the harbinger of death I hear, Frequent and full, much do I love to muse On life's distemper'd scenes of hope and fear; And passion varying her chameleon hues, And man pursuing pleasure's empty shade, 'Till death dissolves the vision. So the child In youth's gay morn with wondering pleasure smil'd, As with the shining ice well-pleas'd he play'd; Nor, as he grasps the crystal in his play, Heeds how the faithless bauble melts away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAY QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON LOST HAPPINESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 11 by RICHARD BARNFIELD VERSES, RESPECTFULLY & AFFECTIONALLY INSCRIBED TO PROFESSIONAL FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON PORTRAIT SONNETS: 2 by HENRY BELLAMANN CATHERINE TO GREGORY, THE POPE by MARY KATE BLAND THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: 'PRENSUS IN AEGAEO' by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |