AS a mould for some fair form is made of plaster, and then when it is made and the form is cast therein, the plaster is broken and flung aside So, and for a form fairer than aught thou canst imagine, thy body, thy intellect, thy pursuits and accomplishments, and all that thou dost now call thyself, Are the mould which in time will have to be broken and flung aside. Their outlines are the inverse of thy true form: looking on them thou beholdestwhat thou art not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATURE'S QUESTIONING by THOMAS HARDY TO ELECTRA (1) by ROBERT HERRICK EPIGRAM: 45. ON MY FIRST SON by BEN JONSON THE GRAVE OF LOVE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK AT THE CEDARS by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT THE TOOTHPICK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM |