Charles Lamb

(10 February 1775 – 27 December 1834 / London)

Motes In The Sunbeams - Poem by Charles Lamb

The motes up and down in the sun
Ever restlessly moving we see;
Whereas the great mountains stand still,
Unless terrible earthquakes there be.


If these atoms that move up and down
Were as useful as restless they are,
Than a mountain I rather would be
A mote in the sunbeam so fair.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010



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