Felicia Hemans in The Monthly Magazine Volume 3 1827/The Things that Change

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The Monthly Magazine, Volume 3, Page 304


THE THINGS THAT CHANGE.

Know'st thou that seas are sweeping
    Where domes and towers have been?
When the clear wave is sleeping,
    Those piles may yet be seen;
Far down below the glassy tide,
Man's dwellings where his voice hath died!

Know'st thou that flocks are feeding
    Above the tombs of old,
Which kings, their armies leading,
    Have linger'd to behold?
A short smooth greensward o'er them spread,
Is all that marks where heroes bled.

Know'st thou, that now the token
    Of cities once renown'd,
Is but some pillar broken,
    With grass and wall-flowers crown'd;
While the lone serpent rears her young
Where the triumphant lyre hath rung?

Well, well I know the story
    Of ages pass'd away,
And the mournful wrecks that glory
    Hath left to dull decay;
But thou hast yet a tale to learn,
More full of warnings, sad and stern.

Thy pensive eye but ranges
    Thro' ruin'd fane and hall—
Oh! the deep soul hath changes
    More sorrowful than all!
Talk not, while these before thee throng,
Of silence in the place of song.

See scorn, where Love hath perish'd,
    Distrust, where Friendship grew;
Pride, where once Nature cherish'd,
    All tender thoughts and true;
And shadows of oblivion thrown
O'er every trace of idols gone.

Grieve not for tombs far-scatter'd,
    For temples prostrate laid;
In thine own heart lie shatter'd
    The altars it had made!
Go, sound its depths in doubt and fear—
Heap up no more its treasures here!
F.H.