AH fading joy, how quickly art thou past! Yet we thy ruine haste: As if the Cares of Humane Life were few, We seek out new, And follow Fate that does too fast pursue. See how on ev'ry Bough the Birds express In their sweet notes their happiness. They all enjoy and nothing spare; But on their Mother Nature lay their care: Why then should Man, the Lord of all below, Such troubles chuse to know, As none of all his Subjects undergo? Hark, hark, the Waters fall, fall, fall And with a Murmuring sound Dash, dash, upon the ground, To gentle slumbers call. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TENTH MUSE: THE PROLOGUE by ANNE BRADSTREET TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715 by ALEXANDER POPE LAMENT OF THE MASTER ERSKINE by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) |