Thou by a span measur'st these days of mine, Eternity's the spacious bound of thine: Who shall compare his little span with thee, With thine Incomprehensibility. Man born to trouble leaves this world with pain, His best estate is altogether vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN [AUGUST 20, 1898] by GUY WETMORE CARRYL PATIENCE AND HOPE by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON CELIA BLEEDING, TO THE SURGEON by THOMAS CAREW AT BEETHOVEN'S FUNERAL by IGNAZ FRANZ CASTELLI THE SEA-PLANE by HENRY CHAPPELL THE WELCOME BACK by ELIZA COOK |