Like to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue, Of silver drops of morning dew, Or like a wind that chafes the flood, Or bubbles which on water stood, -- E'en such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to-night. The wind blows out, the bubble dies, The spring entombed in autumn lies, The dew dries up, the star is shot, The flight is past, -- and man forgot! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER'S NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HER DILEMMA; IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY THE FROGS: HYMN OF THE INITIATES by ARISTOPHANES THEODORE ROOSEVELT by MORRIS ABEL BEER THE COMPLAINT OF ANNELIDA TO FALSE ARCITE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO TERRAUGHTY, ON HIS BIRTHDAY by ROBERT BURNS |