While a student in Mr. Archer's school in Salem, Hawthorne wrote this poem and sent it to his sisters, Elizabeth and Louisa, who were in Raymond, Maine with their mother.
Oh, earthly pomp is but a dream,
And like a meteor's short-lived gleam;
And all the sons of glory soon
Will rest beneath the mould'ring stone.
And Genius is a star whose light
Is soon to sink in endless night,
And heavenly beauty's angel form
Will bend like flower in winter's storm.