SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Yon little billow heaves its breast, And foams and sparkles for a while, And murmuring then subsides to rest. Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, Rises on Time's eventful sea, And, having swell'd a moment there, Thus melts into eternity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO PFRIMMER (LINES ON READING 'DRIFTWOOD') by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 23 by ALFRED TENNYSON MIRANDA'S SUPPER (VIRGINIA, 1866) by ELINOR WYLIE A PETITION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 66. AL-I'HLAS by EDWIN ARNOLD ON THE TRAIN by RUTH NOEL BENNETT LOVE'S SECRET NAME by JOHN ARTHUR BLAIKIE BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE FOURTH SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |