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Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti


Vanity Of Vanities


Ah, woe is me for pleasure that is vain,
Ah, woe is me for glory that is past:
Pleasure that bringeth sorrow at the last,
Glory that at the last bringeth no gain!
So saith the sinking heart; and so again
It shall say till the mighty angel-blast
Is blown, making the sun and moon aghast,
And showering down the stars like sudden rain.
And evermore men shall go fearfully,
Bending beneath their weight of heaviness;
And ancient men shall lie down wearily,
And strong men shall rise up in weariness;
Yea, even the young shall answer sighingly,
Saying one to another: How vain it is! 



Christina Georgina Rossetti


Christina Georgina Rossetti's other poems:
  1. Hear What The Mournful Linnets Say
  2. A Hope Carol
  3. Introspective
  4. What Does The Donkey Bray About?
  5. A Testimony


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