Life by Sir Walter Raleigh
What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division, Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, Where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That sits and marks still who doth act amiss. Our graves that hide us from the setting sun Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest, Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.
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"What is our life? A play of passion,..."
"Life" by Sir Walter Raleigh is a deep english poem consisting of 10 lines. This English poem by Sir Walter Raleigh demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division,...", this piece explores themes of deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Sir Walter Raleigh's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.