Behold! This world I made with many an elf, With gnomes and little people of the hills, With shadow kings and dukes and margravines, With men-at-arms, with knights in panoply; And all within my little empery -- My costly tournaments; my gallant scenes; My hils of yellow furze; my little rills That tinkled like a mass-bell; and my hives Of honey bees; my owls that hoot o' night; My cardinals, my bishops, and my priests, My bannerets, my bugles, and my drums, All of these fade, and mark you I myself Am fading, like the moon, when morning comes ... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG FROM THE COPTIC by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 4. NATALIE ALT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE TELLTALE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN PSALM 34. BENEDICAM DOMINO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY: OF PROPRIETY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY WHAT WENT YE OUT TO SEE? by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE SONG, FR. JUANITA by LAUREN E. CRANE |