Vanities
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Title
Vanities
Description
Like to the falling of a star;
Or as the flights of eagles are;
Or like the fresh Spring's gaudy hue;
Or silver drops of morning dew;
Or like the wind that chafes the flood;
Or bubbles which on water stood;
Even such is man, whose borrowed light
Is straight called in and paid tonight.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The Spring entombed in Autumn lies;
The dew dries up; the star is shot;
The flight is past, and man forgot.
Or as the flights of eagles are;
Or like the fresh Spring's gaudy hue;
Or silver drops of morning dew;
Or like the wind that chafes the flood;
Or bubbles which on water stood;
Even such is man, whose borrowed light
Is straight called in and paid tonight.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The Spring entombed in Autumn lies;
The dew dries up; the star is shot;
The flight is past, and man forgot.
Creator
Hy. King, Bishop of Chichester
Source
New Series 1:52, p. 4
Date
1841.02.27
Collection
Citation
Hy. King, Bishop of Chichester, “Vanities,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 3, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/397.
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