Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Томас Бейли Олдрич)

Even This Will Pass Away

Touched with the delicate green of early May,
Or later, when the rose uplifts her face,
The world hangs glittering in starry space,
Fresh as a jewel found but yesterday.
And yet 'tis very old; what tongue may say
How old it is? Race follows upon race,
Forgetting and forgotten; in their place
Sink tower and temple; nothing long may stay.
We build on tombs, and live our day, and die;
From out our dust new towers and temples start;
Our very name becomes a mystery.
What cities no man ever heard of lie
Under the glacier, in the mountain's heart,
In violet glooms beneath the moaning sea!

1. Sweetheart, Sigh No More
2. The Undiscovered Country
3. At the Funeral of a Minor Poet
4. Palabras Cariñosas
5. Quatrains

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