<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345272" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Consolation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, Phoebus breaking from the willing skies,<br>See, how the soaring Lark, does with him rise,<br>And through the air, is such a journy borne<br>As if she never thought of a return.<br>Now, to his noon, behold him proudly goe,<br>And look with scorn, on all that's great below.<br>A Monark he, and ruler of the day,<br>A fav'rite She, that in his beams does play.<br>Glorious, and high, but shall they ever bee,<br>Glorious, and high, and fixt where now we see?<br>No, both must fall, nor can their stations keep,<br>She to the Earth, and he below the Deep,<br>At night both fall, but the swift hand of time<br>Renews the morning, and again they climb,<br>Then lett no cloudy change, create my sorrow,<br>I'll think 'tis night, and I may rise to-morrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345272" data-title="Consolation de Anne Kingsmill Finch" data-description="See, Phoebus breaking from the willing skies, See, how the soaring Lark, does with him rise, And through the air, is such a journy borne As if she never thought of a return. Now, to his noon, behold him proudly goe, And look with scorn, on all tha..."></div> </div> </div>

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