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Poem
July 3, 1834
Virginia Free Press
Charles Town, Jefferson County, West Virginia
What is this article about?
A poem by Richard H. Wilde comparing the brevity and transience of human life to a summer rose, autumn leaf, and a footprint in the sand, lamenting that no one will mourn its passing.
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The following beautiful lines are from the pen of Richard H. Wilde, of Georgia, well known as a distinguished member of the House of Representatives of the United States. From that state:
From the Metropolitan.
MY LIFE IS LIKE THE SUMMER ROSE
My life is like the summer rose,
That opens to the morning sky.
But ere the shades of evening close,
Is scattered on the ground to die.
But on that rose's burial bed,
The sweetest dews of night are shed,
As if she wept such waste to see—
But none shall weep a tear for me.
My life is like the autumn leaf,
That trembles in the moon's pale ray;
Its hold is frail—its date is brief,
Restless, and soon to pass away.
Yet ere that leaf shall fall and fade,
The parent tree shall mourn its shade,
The winds bewail the leafless tree,
But none shall breathe a sigh for me.
My life is like the print whose foot
E'er left on Tempe's desert strand;
Soon as the rising tide shall beat,
Its track will vanish from the sand.
Yet, as if grieving to efface
All vestige of the human race,
On that lone shore loud moans the sea—
But none shall thus lament for me.
From the Metropolitan.
MY LIFE IS LIKE THE SUMMER ROSE
My life is like the summer rose,
That opens to the morning sky.
But ere the shades of evening close,
Is scattered on the ground to die.
But on that rose's burial bed,
The sweetest dews of night are shed,
As if she wept such waste to see—
But none shall weep a tear for me.
My life is like the autumn leaf,
That trembles in the moon's pale ray;
Its hold is frail—its date is brief,
Restless, and soon to pass away.
Yet ere that leaf shall fall and fade,
The parent tree shall mourn its shade,
The winds bewail the leafless tree,
But none shall breathe a sigh for me.
My life is like the print whose foot
E'er left on Tempe's desert strand;
Soon as the rising tide shall beat,
Its track will vanish from the sand.
Yet, as if grieving to efface
All vestige of the human race,
On that lone shore loud moans the sea—
But none shall thus lament for me.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Summer Rose
Autumn Leaf
Life Transience
Mortality
Mourning Absence
Footprint Sand
What entities or persons were involved?
Richard H. Wilde, Of Georgia
Poem Details
Title
My Life Is Like The Summer Rose
Author
Richard H. Wilde, Of Georgia
Subject
Transience Of Life
Form / Style
Four Quatrains In Abab Rhyme Scheme
Key Lines
My Life Is Like The Summer Rose,
That Opens To The Morning Sky.
But Ere The Shades Of Evening Close,
Is Scattered On The Ground To Die.