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 Is straight called in, and paid to-night. 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! Note 1. Claimed for Francis Beaumont by some authorities. [back]
Collection:
1612
Sub Title:
V. Death and Bereavement