The pleasure-house is dust:–behind, before, This is no common waste, no common gloom; But Nature, in due course of time, once more Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom. She leaves these objects to a slow decay, That what we are, and have been, may be known; But at the coming of the milder day, These monuments shall all be overgrown. William Wordsworth
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The pleasures of this world are fleeting. Nature, in her cyclical way, will eventually destroy them all. We may enjoy the beauty of the world around us now, but just as we leave these objects to crumble into dust, so too shall we be forgotten. However, the eternal glory that awaits us is that our lives will be remembered long after we are gone.

Source: Lyrical Ballads

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