Christina Rossetti: Vanity of Vanities

Vanity of Vanities

Sonnet

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!