Mankind, whose lives from hour to hour decay, Lest sudden change himself should make him fear, For if his black head instantly waxed gray, Do you not think man would himself forswear? Caelica, who overnight spake with her eyes, My love complains, that it can love no more, Showing me shame, that languisheth and dies, Tyrannized by love, it tyrannized before; If on the next day Cynthia change and leave, Would you trust your eyes, since her eyes deceive? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN by RUDYARD KIPLING UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 8. TO MINNIE (WITH A HAND-GLASS) by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE HIGH TIDE AT GETTYSBURG [JULY 3, 1863] by WILL HENRY THOMPSON JUST A-RIDIN'! by ELWOOD ADAMS WEIGHTS AND MEASURES, BY OUR OWN TOM DALY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |