Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith, All things are vanity. The eye and ear Cannot be filled with what they see and hear. Like early dew, or like the sudden breath Of wind, or like the grass that withereth, Is man, tossed to and fro by hope and fear; So little joy hath he, so little cheer, Till all things end in this long dust of death. To-day is still the same as yesterday, To-morrow also even as one of them; And there is nothing new under the sun: Until the ancient race of Time be run, The old thorns shall grow out of the old stem, And morning shall be cold and twilight grey. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVELATION AT CAP FERRAT by CLARENCE MAJOR THE LITANY OF THE DARK PEOPLE by COUNTEE CULLEN FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS LETTER TO JOSEPH WARREN by ROBERT FROST ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |