I have been sure of three things all my life. The first is that I am -- a final one That yields no room for doubt or windy strife -- More certain than the blazing of the sun. The second, that I was -- a fainter fact, Broken by sudden blanks and curious lapses; A shadow to each living thought and act, Yet shadowed by a host of vague perhapses. The third and last of these, that I will be: A moment leading to a lengthening span, A fragment formed of continuity, A child forever growing into man. Three things are sure. . . . O you who grope for four, Know, man is sure of three, and never more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE IN IMITATION OF ALCAEUS by WILLIAM JONES AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT by MARIA ABDY THE OLD FLUTE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER THE CEREMONY OF THE PRINTER'S APPRENTICE; A GERMAN MORALITY PLAY by WILLAM BLADES THE GATES OF PARADISE; FOR THE SEXES by WILLIAM BLAKE |