by: Nathaniel Hawthorne
MORE POEMS BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE
- H, 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.