Classic Poem

Look on this dust the living and the dead
Are in its atoms—present life and past
Are all its future—'tis the bed
Of nations, and of empires that but last
Some years—and then seem nothing when they're past
Crowns, scepters, stars and garters—all the lust
Of greatness in these fields and hillocks lie
'Tis what life was at first—at last all must
Enrich those weeds o'er animated dust.