One Certainty

One Certainty by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Citing the Preacher's declaration that all things are vanity, the speaker describes unsatisfied senses and a fleeting human life tossed between hope and fear before ending in death. Days repeat without novelty, and the closing lines anticipate old thorns, cold mornings, and gray twilights until Time ends.

By Christina Georgina Rossetti · Genre: Sonnet, Meditative Poetry · 176 words

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Sonnet.

Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith, / All things are vanity. The eye and ear / Cannot be filled with what they see and hear. / Like early dew, or like the sudden breath / Of wind, or like the grass that withereth, / Is man, tossed to and fro by hope and fear: / So little joy hath he, so little cheer, / Till all things end in the long dust of death. / To-day is still the same as yesterday, / To-morrow also even as one of them; / And there is nothing new under the sun: / Until the ancient race of Time be run, / The old thorns shall grow out of the old stem, / And morning shall be cold, and twilight gray.

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mortality · vanity · transience · time · hope and fear · sonnet

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