When all this All doth pass from age to age, And revolution in a circle turn, Then heavenly justice doth appear like rage, The caves do roar, the very seas do burn, Glory grows dark, the sun becomes a night, And makes this great world feel a greater might. When love doth change his seat from heart to heart, And worth about the wheel of fortune goes, Grace is diseased, desert seems overthwart, Vows are forlorn, and truth doth credit lose, Chance then gives law, desire must be wise, And look more ways than one or lose her eyes. My age of joy is past, of woe begun, Absence my presence is, strangeness my grace, With them that walk against me is my sun; The wheel is turned, I hold the lowest place, What can be good to me since my love is, To do me harm, content to do amiss? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIX O'CLOCK by TRUMBULL STICKNEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 44. ALLAH-AL-RAKIB by EDWIN ARNOLD THE WARTONS AND OTHER EARLY ROMANTIC LANDSCAPE-POETS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN DEVIL'S GOLD (A HAMPTON LEGEND) by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE POET'S VOW by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MISCONCEPTIONS by ROBERT BROWNING |