Henry King

Gender: 
Male
  • LIKE 1 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,—
    E’en such is man, whose borrowed light...

  • Tell me no more how fair she is,
    I have no minde to hear
    The story of that distant bliss
    I never shall come near:
    By sad experience I have found
    That her perfection is my wound.
    And tell me not how fond I am
    To tempt a daring Fate,
    From whence no triumph...