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.
Enjoy reading some of Hawthorne's other Dark Romantic poems, such as Oh Could I Raise the Darken'd Veil
Return to the Nathaniel Hawthorne library , or . . . Read the next poem; Go to the Grave