Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems eBook

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Our treasures moth and rust corrupt,
  Or thieves break through and steal, or they
  Make themselves wings and fly away. 
One man made merry as he supped,
Nor guessed how when that night grew dim,
His soul would be required of him.

We build our houses on the sand
  Comely withoutside and within; 20
  But when the winds and rains begin
To beat on them, they cannot stand;
They perish, quickly overthrown,
Loose from the very basement stone.

All things are vanity, I said: 
  Yea vanity of vanities. 
  The rich man dies; and the poor dies: 
The worm feeds sweetly on the dead. 
Whate’er thou lackest, keep this trust: 
All in the end shall have but dust. 30

The one inheritance, which best
  And worst alike shall find and share: 
  The wicked cease from troubling there,
And there the weary are at rest;
There all the wisdom of the wise
Is vanity of vanities.

Man flourishes as a green leaf,
  And as a leaf doth pass away;
  Or as a shade that cannot stay,
And leaves no track, his course is brief:  40
Yet doth man hope and fear and plan
Till he is dead:—­oh foolish man!

Our eyes cannot be satisfied
  With seeing, nor our ears be filled
  With hearing:  yet we plant and build
And buy and make our borders wide;
We gather wealth, we gather care,
But know not who shall be our heir.

Why should we hasten to arise
  So early, and so late take rest? 50
  Our labour is not good; our best
Hopes fade; our heart is stayed on lies: 
Verily, we sow wind; and we
Shall reap the whirlwind, verily.

He who hath little shall not lack;
  He who hath plenty shall decay: 
  Our fathers went; we pass away;
Our children follow on our track: 
So generations fail, and so
They are renewed, and come and go. 60

The earth is fattened with our dead;
  She swallows more and doth not cease: 
  Therefore her wine and oil increase
And her sheaves are not numbered;
Therefore her plants are green, and all
Her pleasant trees lusty and tall.

Therefore the maidens cease to sing,
  And the young men are very sad;
  Therefore the sowing is not glad,
And mournful is the harvesting. 70
Of high and low, of great and small,
Vanity is the lot of all.

A King dwelt in Jerusalem;
  He was the wisest man on earth;
  He had all riches from his birth,
And pleasures till he tired of them;
Then, having tested all things, he
Witnessed that all are vanity.

SLEEP AT SEA

Sound the deep waters:—­
  Who shall sound that deep?—­
Too short the plummet,
  And the watchmen sleep. 
Some dream of effort
  Up a toilsome steep;
Some dream of pasture grounds
  For harmless sheep.

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