Poetry

Earthly Pomp by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Oh, earthly pomp is but a dream,
And like a meteor’s short-lived gleam;
And all the sons of glory soon
Will rest beneath the mould’ring stone.
And Genius is a star whose light
Is soon to sink in endless night,
And heavenly beauty’s angel form
Will bend like flower in winter’s storm.

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