Letters and lines we see are soon defac'd, Metals do waste and fret with canker's rust, The diamond shall once consume to dust, And freshest colors with foul stains disgrac'd; Paper and ink can paint but naked words, To write with blood of force offends the sight; And if with tears I find them all too light, And sighs and signs a silly hope affotds, O sweetest shadow, how thou serv'st my turn, Which still shalt be, as long as there is sun, Nor, whilst the world is, never shalt be done, Whilst moon shall shine or any fire shall burn; That everything whence shadow doth proceed May in my shadow my love's story read. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON SESTINA OF THE TRAMP ROYAL by RUDYARD KIPLING ON THE DEATH OF LITTLE MAHALA ASHCRAFT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING THE NEWS OF THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR THE TITANIC by KATHARINE LEE BATES HAYMAKERS' SONG, FR. KING RENE'S HONEYMOON by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |