Thou by a span measur'st these days of mine, Eternity's the spacious bound of thine: Who shall compare his little span with thee, With thine Incomprehensibility. Man born to trouble leaves this world with pain, His best estate is altogether vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM CONRAD AT TWILIGHT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM |