The world is made to give a head no peace;
All that is best is transitory screen,
Oasis in a desert vast and bare,
That pausing for a sip we take to be
A place of habitation and of peace.
Alas! This realm of councilors and kings,
A banquet hall of din and merriment
Possesses not a perch to build a nest;
The doors are left ajar for entrances
And exits, but there is no roosting here.
Look for any errors or mistakes that I may have made in the meter or foot. Thanks
All that is best is transitory screen,
Oasis in a desert vast and bare,
That pausing for a sip we take to be
A place of habitation and of peace.
Alas! This realm of councilors and kings,
A banquet hall of din and merriment
Possesses not a perch to build a nest;
The doors are left ajar for entrances
And exits, but there is no roosting here.
Look for any errors or mistakes that I may have made in the meter or foot. Thanks