As withereth the primrose by the river, As fadeth summer's sun from gliding fountains, As vanisheth the light-blown bubble ever, As melteth snow upon the mossy mountains: So melts, so vanisheth, so fades, so withers The rose, the shine, the bubble, and the snow Of praise, pomp, glory, joy (which short life gathers), Fair praise, vain pomp, sweet glory, brittle joy. The withered primrose by the mourning river, The faded summer's sun from weeping fountains, The light-blown bubble vanished for ever, The molten snow upon the naked mountains, Are emblems that the treasures we up-lay Soon wither, vanish, fade, and melt away. For as the snow, whose lawn did overspread Th' ambitious hills, which giant-like did threat To pierce the heaven with their aspiring head, Naked and bare doth leave their craggy seat; Whenas the bubble, which did empty fly The dalliance of the undiscerned wind, On whose calm rolling waves it did rely, Hath shipwreck made, where it did dalliance find; And when the sunshine which dissolved the snow, Coloured the bubble with a pleasant vary, And made the rathe and timely primrose grow, Swarth clouds withdraw, which longer time do tarry: O! what is praise, pomp, glory, joy, but so As shine by fountains, bubbles, flowers, or snow? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AFRICAN CHIEF by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT DISCONTENTS IN DEVON by ROBERT HERRICK SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW THE WIDOW; SAPPHICS by ROBERT SOUTHEY JOB 3:3-26. JOB CURSETH THE DAY, AND SERVICES OF HIS BIRTH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 36 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. WHO YOU ARE I KNOW NOT by EDWARD CARPENTER |