HOPE, the great explorer, Love whom none can bind, Youth that looks before her, Age that looks behind, Joy with brow like Summer's, Care with wintry pate, Masquers are and mummers At Life's gate. Pow'r with narrow forehead, Wealth with niggard palm, Wisdom old, whose hoar head Vaunts a barren calm; Haughty overcomers, In their pomp and state; -- Masquers all and mummers At Death's gate! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |