The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | ||
XL. The slight and degenerate Nature of Man.
Antediluvianus loquitur.Pitiful post-diluvians! from whose hearts
The print of passions by the tide of hours
Is washed away for ever and for ever,
As lions' footmark on the ocean sands;
While we, Adam's coevals, carry in us
The words indelible of buried feelings,
Like the millennial trees, whose hoary barks
Grow o'er the secrets cut into their core.
The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | ||