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Poem
January 15, 1833
The Rhode Island Republican
Newport, Newport County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
The poem likens the speaker's life to a fleeting summer rose, an autumn leaf, and footprints in sand, emphasizing its brevity and the absence of mourning upon its end, in contrast to nature's sorrow.
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My life is like the summer rose,
That opens to the morning sky,
But ere the shades of evening close
Is scatter'd on the ground to die.
Yet on that rose's humble 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 the leaf shall fail 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 prints, which feet
Have left on Tempest's desert strand,
Soon as the rising tide shall beat,
All trace will vanish from the sand ;
Yet, as if grieving to efface
All vestige of the human race,
On that lone shore loud mourns the sea,
But none, alas! shall mourn for me!
That opens to the morning sky,
But ere the shades of evening close
Is scatter'd on the ground to die.
Yet on that rose's humble 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 the leaf shall fail 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 prints, which feet
Have left on Tempest's desert strand,
Soon as the rising tide shall beat,
All trace will vanish from the sand ;
Yet, as if grieving to efface
All vestige of the human race,
On that lone shore loud mourns the sea,
But none, alas! shall mourn for me!
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Life Transience
Summer Rose
Autumn Leaf
Footprints Sand
Mourning Absence
Mortality Lament
Poem Details
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
My Life Is Like The Summer Rose, That Opens To The Morning Sky, But Ere The Shades Of Evening Close Is Scatter'd On The Ground To Die.
Yet On That Rose's Humble 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 ;
My Life Is Like The Prints, Which Feet Have Left On Tempest's Desert Strand, Soon As The Rising Tide Shall Beat, All Trace Will Vanish From The Sand ;
On That Lone Shore Loud Mourns The Sea, But None, Alas! Shall Mourn For Me!