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VIII.—The Foam-Bells of the Land.
O fair is life, as foam-bells on the wave;
Yet frail as fair, as fragile as the bell!
A little while to flourish, and look well,
And a long while to moulder in the grave!
The beauty born of flesh, what, what can save?
The lion's eye, the leopard's glossy fell,
The visionary grace of the gazelle,
Life at its loveliest—graceful, brilliant, brave!
Yet frail as fair, as fragile as the bell!
A little while to flourish, and look well,
And a long while to moulder in the grave!
The beauty born of flesh, what, what can save?
The lion's eye, the leopard's glossy fell,
The visionary grace of the gazelle,
Life at its loveliest—graceful, brilliant, brave!
“The land has bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them!” Comes the natal hour,
They brighten in the sun; comes Fate, they pass,
After a little, little lease of power;—
Heedlessly o'er them runs the feeble grass,
And all their monument's an alien flower.
And these are of them!” Comes the natal hour,
They brighten in the sun; comes Fate, they pass,
After a little, little lease of power;—
Heedlessly o'er them runs the feeble grass,
And all their monument's an alien flower.
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