THE swift dawn groweth, The frail flower bloweth, Solemn Eve brings her shades, The sweet blossom fades; This is the secret of the ancient Earth, This is the primal mystery of birth. Full noon rides on high, Through the shadowless sky, Black clouds gather round, Fanged with fire, big with sound; This is the tale of Life, portentous, strange, Chequered with pain, the sport of Time and Change. The fountain upspringeth, The strong pinion wingeth, The weak waters sink down, And the tired bird has flown; This is in brief the tale of the breathing of breath, This is the sum of man's story from Birth unto Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER |