Perpetual Era, Poem by Charles Cros

Cuneiform inscriptions,
You contained the truth;
People strolled beneath elm trees,
Laughing in the summer scents;

Sardanapalus had enormous
Wealth, a conquered people,
Women of the most beautiful forms,
And his empire is swept away!

Swept away by the vulgar wind
Brought by provisioners, merchants,
To find gold in war.

Golden glory hardly lasts;
The poet sows songs
That will always be reborn on earth.

Charles Cros

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