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:
Even 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.
Sic Vita
Henry King
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Poem topics: autumn, light, night, silver, water, fresh, flight, morning, straight, spring, star, wind, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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