William Allingham

(19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889 / Donegal / Ireland)

The Bubble - Poem by William Allingham

See the pretty planet!
Floating sphere!
Faintest breeze will fan it
Far or near;

World as light as feather;
Moonshine rays,
Rainbow tints together,
As it plays.

Drooping, sinking, failing,
Nigh to earth,
Mounting, whirling, sailing,
Full of mirth;

Life there, welling, flowing,
Waving round;
Pictures coming, going,
Without sound.

Quick now, be this airy
Globe repelled!
Never can the fairy
Star be held.

Touched--it in a twinkle
Disappears!
Leaving but a sprinkle,
As of tears.


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  • Anil Kumar Panda (11/13/2017 1:12:00 AM)


    Very nice! ! Loved it. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, May 7, 2012


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