Mortality, behold and fear What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within these heaps of stones; Here they lie, had realms and lands, Who now want strength to stir their hands, Where from their pulpits sealed with dust They preach, "In greatness is no trust." Here's an acre sown indeed With the richest royallest seed That the earth did e'er suck in Since the first man died for sin: Here the bones of birth have cried "Though gods they were, as men they died!" Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruined sides of kings: Here's a world of pomp and state Buried in dust, once dead by fate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONLY ONE MOTHER by GEORGE COOPER LOVE AT SEA by THEOPHILE GAUTIER LOVE NOT by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 52. YA HAKK by EDWIN ARNOLD THE CATHEDRAL PORCH by LAURENCE BINYON THE PASTURE POND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |