Poems (Frances Elizabeth Browne)/On seeing some children blowing bubbles
ON SEEING SOME CHILDREN BLOWING BUBBLES.
See yonder youthful circle, blowing Bubbles high in air, While their hearts, with mirth o'erflowing, Know no thought or care!
See the sparkling globules rise, Quickly in succession! Some, ambitious, seek the skies, Some, yielding to depression,One moment sink, the next to mount on high,And end their wavering course more brilliantly.
Like visions glittering in life's young day, Bright as yon globules, like them light as air,— Like hopes by disappointment swept away, Which, vanishing, are followed by despair,—Like shadowy phantoms of the poet's brain, Or like ambition's wild-aspiring schemes,Equally bright, and equally as vain,— Like fancy's magic, or like lover's dreams,Emblems of all by which we 're here perplexed,—This world itself a bubble to the next.