Christina Rossetti — Days of Vanity

        A dream that waketh,          Bubble that breaketh, Song whose burden sigheth,          A passing breath,          Smoke that vanisheth,-- Such is life that dieth.          A flower that fadeth,          Fruit the tree sheddeth, Trackless bird that flieth,          Summer time brief,          Falling of the leaf,-- Such is life that dieth.          A scent exhaling,          Snow waters failing, Morning dew that drieth,          A windy blast,          Lengthening shadows cast,-- Such is life that dieth.          A scanty measure,          Rust-eaten treasure, Spending that nought buyeth,          Moth on the wing,          Toil unprofiting,-- Such is life that dieth.          Morrow by morrow          Sorrow breeds sorrow, For this my song sigheth;          From day to night          We lapse out of sight,-- Such is life that dieth.