NAKED I came, when I began to be A man among the Sons of Misery, Tender, unarm'd, helpless, and quite forlorn, E'er since 'twas my hard fortune to be born; And when the space of a few weary days Shall be expir'd, then must I go my ways. Naked I shall return, and nothing have, Nothing wherewith to bribe my hungry Grave. Then what's the proudest Monarch's glittering robe, Or what's he, more than I, that rul'd the globe? Since we must all without distinction die, And slumber both stark naked, he and I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW GLOIRE DE DIJON by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE MADRIGAL: 109 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI BITTERNESS by VICTORIA MARY SACKVILLE-WEST THE MAHOGANY TREE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY MOCK EPITAPH ON MR. AND MRS. ESTLIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |