Classic Poem

Memento, homo, quia pulvis es!
To-day the Cross of Ashes marks my brow:
Yesterday, laid to solemn sleep wert thou,
O dear to me of old, and dearer now!
Memento, homo, quia pulvis es!

Memento, homo, quia pulvis es!
And all the subtile beauty of that face,
With all its winning, all its wistful grace,
Fades in the consecrated stilly place:
Memento, homo, quia pulvis es!

Memento, homo, quia pulvis es!
The visible vehement earth remains to me;
The visionary quiet land holds thee:
But what shall separate such friends as we?
Memento, homo, quia pulvis es!