Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LIFE, by MARY TUCKER LAMBERT Poet's Biography First Line: Life? What is life but fleeting bliss Last Line: For aye, and aye. Alternate Author Name(s): Tucker, Mary Eliza Perine Subject(s): Life; Transience; Impermanence | ||||||||
LIFE? What is life but fleeting bliss, As transient as a lover's kiss, Or like a flower Of beauty and of fragrance rare Which blooms, then vanishes in air, In one short hour. Unlike the flower, the soul will bloom, Transplanted far above earth's gloom, By God's vast power. Life? What is life? 'Tis but a dream Of weal or woe, a lightning's gleam, That fades away. Yet leaves its impress on the mind -- Some tie that memory will bind With Love's warm ray: Or, like the fiery subtle light, The thoughts of its destroying blight May last for aye. Life? What is life? A morning mist, Which vanishes when e'er 'tis kissed By Sol's rays bright; 'Tis but a silver-tinted cloud, Which floats so beautifully proud In realms of light. But gaze beneath the silver crest, You find, deep buried in its breast, Storms dark as night. Life? What is life? Hopes, bright hopes wrecked; Desire curbed, ambition checked, By earthly scorn. Vows, sacred vows, too lightly spoken; Hearts filled with joy, neglected, broken, 'Till at each dawn The victim sighs for death's release -- For with death will all troubles cease, And peace is born. Life? What is life? A heaving sea, Which take us to Eternity; Its billows, Time Upon whose waves our barks are mann'd, By God's all-powerful command, To other clime, -- Perchance our goal is land of night, Or we may take the form of light In realms sublime. Life? what is life? that we should grieve The transient pomps of earth to leave, When we must see That flowers bloom to fade away -- That joys last not, for e'en a day. That pleasures flee: We know that in the land above We shall redeemed by hand of love All perfect be. Then gladly should our souls rejoice To hear our dear Redeemer's voice Call us away. Glad to exchange this land of night -- This land of sorrow and of blight -- For endless day; Where, clothed in robes of spotless white, We'll live in realms of boundless light, For aye, and aye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE SPANISH by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE SOUTHERN GOTHIC by DONALD JUSTICE THE BEACH IN AUGUST by WELDON KEES THE MAN SPLITTING WOOD IN THE DAYBREAK by GALWAY KINNELL THE SEEKONK WOODS by GALWAY KINNELL |
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