WE ARE but shapes and shadows, And the shadows come and go, Projected briefly on the screen, By the master of the show. We are but shapes and shadows, With just a transient name— Forgotten soon, while others move Amid the shadowy game. Before us, countless shadows Have risen, stepped and ranged Upon the screen—then vanished— But the screen remains unchanged! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOTHER TO HER WAKING INFANT by JOANNA BAILLIE THE MAYFLOWER [DECEMBER 21, 1620] by ERASTUS WOLCOTT ELLSWORTH ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED STATES by THOMAS HARDY THE MINSTREL BOY by THOMAS MOORE INVOCATION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SPIRITS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO THE PAINTER by THOMAS CAREW |