Under the sun, groaned Solomon, There is no new thing, no, not one. Nothing by man or God devised Holds any wonder, unsurmised; And in no throat of woman or bird Sleeps any note man hath not heard. New things are but old things reborn; There is one wisdom, which is scorn. Solomon, you had too many wives, Whose little hands held little knives That softly on your splendor crept And stabbed your vision while you slept. Solomon, in too many eyes You sought the elusive heavenly prize. Only the steadfast and the true Find that which is forever new. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINING-ROOM TEA by RUPERT BROOKE THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A CURLEW'S CALL by JANE BARLOW CONJUGAL CONJUGATIONS by AMERICUS WELLINGTON BELLAW PSALM 96 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE GREAT ADVENTURE (WITH ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO GEORGE MATTHEW ADAMS) by BERTON BRALEY |