Brooke Boothby - Sonnet VI lyrics

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Brooke Boothby - Sonnet VI lyrics

What art thou, Life? The shadow of a dream: The past and future dwell in thought alone; The present, ere we note its flight, is gone; And all ideal, vain, fantastick, seem. Whence is thy source! And whither dost thou tend! So short thy period, and thy form so frail; Poor prisoner! pent in d**h's surrounding vale, Born but to breathe, to suffer, and to end. Why, Shadow, bring'st thou on thy raven wing Dark trains of grief, and visions of the night, Rather than graces, robed in purple light, Elysian flowers, and love's unclouded spring; Since sad, or gay, whatever be thy theme, d**h surely ends at once the dreamer and the dream!

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