James Clarence Mangan, “Gone in the Wind”

Solomon! where is thy throne? It is gone in the wind.
Babylon! where is thy might? It is gone in the wind.
Like. the swift shadows of Noon, like the dreams
  of the Blind,
Vanish the glories and pomps of the earth in the
  wind.

Man! canst thou build upon aught in the pride of
  thy mind?
Wisdom will teach thee that nothing can tarry
  behind;
Though there be thousand bright actions
  embalmed and enshrined,
Myriads and millions of brighter are snow in the
  wind.

Solomon! where is thy throne? It is gone in the
  wind.
Babylon! where is thy might? It is gone in the
  wind.
All that the genius of Man hath achieved or
  designed
Waits but its hour to be dealt with as dust by the
  wind.

Say, what is Pleasure? A phantom, a mask undefined;
Science? An almond, whereof we can pierce but
  the rind;
Honour and Affluence? Firmans that Fortune hath
  signed
Only to glitter and pass on the wings of the wind.

Solomon! where is thy throne? It is gone in the
  wind.
Babylon! where is thy might? It is gone in the
  wind.
Who is the Fortunate? He who in anguish hath
  pined!

He shall rejoice when his relics are dust in the
  wind!

Mortal! be careful with what thy best hopes are
  entwined;
Woe to the miners for Truth - where the Lampless
  have mined!
Woe to the seekers on earth for - what none
  ever find!
They and their trust shall be scattered like leaves
  on the wind.

Solomon! where is thy throne? It is gone in the
  wind.
Solomon! where is thy might? It is gone in the
  wind.
Pity in death are they only whose hearts have
  consigned
Earth's aflections and longings and cares to the
  wind.

Pity, thou, reader! the madness of poor Humankind,
Raving of Knowledge, - and Satan so busy to
  blind!
Raving of Glory, - like me, - for the garlands I
  bind
Garlands of song are but gathered, and - strewn
  in the wind!

Solomon! where is thy throne? It is gone in the wind.
Babylon! where is thy might? It is gone in the wind.
I, Abul-Namez, must rest; for my fire hath
  declined,
And I heat voices from Hades like bells on the
  wind.

 

 

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