Life a Right Shadow Is
Gerald Finzi, William Drummond of Hawthornden
Life a right shadow is
For it is long to appear
Then it is spent
And death's long night draws near:
Shadows are moving, light
And is there aught so moving as is this?
When it is most in sight
It steals away
And none can tell how, where
So near our cradles to our
Coffins are