Man, what art thou to speak and plead with me? What knowest thou of my workings, where and how What things I fashion? Nay, behold and see, Man, what art thou? Thy fruits of life, and blossoms of thy bough, What are they but my seedlings? Earth and sea Bear nought but when I breathe on it must bow. Bow thou too down before me: though thou be Great, all the pride shall fade from off thy brow, When Time and strong Oblivion ask of thee, Man, what art thou? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WESTWARD HO! by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 9 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VAGABONDS by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE A MARSH MESSAGE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON VISTAS OF LABOR: 2. THE MINER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON LINES WRITTEN BENEATH AN ELM IN THE CHURCHYARD OF HARROW by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |