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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

Life

by Sir Walter Raleigh

1What is our life? A play of passion,

2Our mirth the music of division,

3Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be,

4Where we are dressed for this short comedy.

5Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,

6That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.

7Our graves that hide us from the setting sun

8Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.

9Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,

10Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.

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Poem
Life
Poet
Sir Walter Raleigh
Length
10 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Death & Loss, Peace, Short

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Author record
Sir Walter Raleighc. 1552–1618
Source record
PoetryDBLife by sir-walter-raleigh, PoetryDB transcription
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