All Is Vanity, Saieth The Preacher Comments

It will not list to wisdom's lore, Nor music's voice can lure it; But there it stings for evermore The soul that must endure it. The serpent and the soul. tony

Art! ! ! Like the muse of the serpent of the field. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

to wisdom; to the ultimate truth all of happening events- just vanity.! ! !

Indeed snake can be charmed when it's on the field; but it can't be charmed, if it has coiled round one's neck sure!

You My dear Byron, You said: (Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine, And health and youth possess'd me ;) I say, all are still yours No one can dare to lance The elegant legs of a horse...! You are still here with your voice With your cheerful stanzas With your poetic glamourous shadows... You died as a martyr But without horse Leaving your lexicons To chant forever...!