The after-silence, when the feast is o'er, And void the places where the minstrels stood, Differs in nought from what hath been before, And is nor ill nor good.
William Watson (poet)
Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, Song passes not away.
people
In this world with starry dome, Floored with gemlike plains and seas, Shall I never feel at home, Never wholly be at ease?
home
Deemest thou labor Only is earnest? Grave is all beauty, Solemn is joy.
labor beauty
places silence
Best they honor thee Who honor in thee only what is best.
honor
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