Man
Dublin Core
Title
Man
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 a wind that chafes the flood,
Or bubbles which on water stood;
Ev'n such is man, whose borrow'd light
Is straight call'd in, and paid to night.
The wind blows out; the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd 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 a wind that chafes the flood,
Or bubbles which on water stood;
Ev'n such is man, whose borrow'd light
Is straight call'd in, and paid to night.
The wind blows out; the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; the star is shot:
The flight is past; and man forgot.
Creator
Bishop King
Source
1:11, p. 44
Date
1827.05.25
Collection
Citation
Bishop King, “Man,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 3, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/41.
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