Song from The Indian Emperor

By John Dryden 1631–1700 John Dryden
Ah, fading joy, how quickly art thou past!
      Yet we thy ruin haste.
As if the cares of human life were few,
      We seek out new:
And follow fate, which would too fast pursue.
See how on every bough the birds express
      In their sweet notes their happiness.
      They all enjoy and nothing spare;
But on their mother nature lay their care.
Why then should man, the lord of all below,
      Such troubles choose to know
As none of all his subjects undergo?

Hark, hark, the waters fall, fall, fall,
      And with a murmuring sound
      Dash, dash upon the ground,
         To gentle slumbers call.

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Poet John Dryden 1631–1700


Subjects Living, Disappointment & Failure, Life Choices, Time & Brevity, Nature, Landscapes & Pastorals, Animals

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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