Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SONG OF PLUTO, by PHILIPPE QUINAULT


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THE SONG OF PLUTO, by                    
First Line: All men this path must tread
Last Line: The ship unto her port.
Subject(s): Grief; Sea; Sorrow; Sadness; Ocean


ALL men this path must tread;
Life doth but lead
To Death's reprieve.
Thereby a hundred woes are thrown aside;
Who still would bide
But seeks the more to grieve.

Draw near the darkness of this nether shore;
The rest ye so do crave
Is not for mortals save
Unto Death's harbour ye be ferried o'er.
All souls at last have place within this gloom;
All hither come
And hence pass out no more.

This is the law that bindeth all alive;
The might wherewith ye strive
Makes but a vain effórt.
Say, wise is he
That shuns the peril of this sea?
It is a storm to drive
The ship unto her port.





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