Excerpt from The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden, Vol. 2 Life a right shadow is, For if it long appear, Then is it Spent, and death's long night draws near' Shadows are moving, light, And is there aught so moving as is this? When it is most in sight, It steals away, and none can tell how, where, So near our cradles to our coffins are. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.