False life! a foil and no more, when Wilt thou be gone? Thou foul deception of all men That would not have the true come on. Thou art a moon-like toil; a blind Self-posing state; A dark contest of waves and wind; A mere tempestuous debate. Life is a fixed, discerning light, A knowing joy; No chance, or fit; but ever bright, And calm and full, yet doth not cloy. 'Tis such a blissful thing, that still Doth vivify, And shine and smile, and hath the skill To please without Eternity. Thou art a toilsome mole, or less, A moving mist; But life is what none can express, A quickness which my God hath kissed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BABY MAY by WILLIAM COX BENNETT ROBINSON CRUSOE ['S STORY, OR ISLAND] by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL FELIX OPPORTUNITATE MORTIS by ALFRED AUSTIN A JAPANESE EVENING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |