MY comforts drop and melt away like snow: I shake my head, and all the thoughts and ends, Which my fierce youth did bandie, fall and flow Like leaves about me, or like summer-friends, Flyes of estates and sunne-shine. But, to all Who think me eager, hot, and undertaking, But in my prosecutions slack and small; As a young exhalation, newly waking, Scorns his first bed of dirt, and means the sky; But, cooling by the way, grows pursie and slow, And settling to a cloud, doth live and die In that dark state of tears: to all, that so Show me, and set me, I have one reply, Which they that know the rest, know more then I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOUNTAIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE MAID OF LLANWELLYN; A SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE APRIL by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE LIMERICK by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE A LANCASHIRE DIALOGUE, OCCASIONED BY A PREACHER WITHOUT NOTES by JOHN BYROM |