SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI, by Emily Dickinson (1852)
Sic transic gloria mundi "How doth the busy bee" Dum vivamus vivamus I stay mine enemy!-- Oh veni vidi vici! Oh caput cap-a-pie! And oh "memento mori" When I am far from thee Hurrah for Peter Parley Hurrah for Daniel Boone Three cheers sir, for the gentleman Who first observed the moon-- Peter put up the sunshine! Pattie arrange the stars Tell Luna, tea is waiting And call your brother Mars-- Put down the apple Adam And come away with me So shal't thou have a pippin From off my Father's tree! I climb the "Hill of Science" I "view the Landscape o'er" Such transcendental prospect I ne'er beheld before!-- Unto the Legislature My country bids me go, I'll take my india rubbers In case the wind should blow. During my education It was announced to me That gravitation stumbling Fell from an apple tree-- The Earth upon its axis Was once supposed to turn By way of a gymnastic In honor to the sun-- It was the brave Columbus A sailing o'er the tide Who notified the nations Of where I would reside Mortality is fatal Gentility is fine Rascality, heroic Insolvency, sublime Our Fathers being weary Laid down on Bunker Hill And though full many a morn'g Yet they are sleeping still The trumpet sir, shall wake them In streams I see them rise Each with a solemn musket A marching to the skies! A coward will remain, Sir, Until the fight is done; But an immortal hero Will take his hat and run. Good bye Sir, I am going My country calleth me Allow me Sir, at parting To wipe my weeping e'e In token of our friendship Accept this "Bonnie Doon" And when the hand that pluck'd it Hath passed beyond the moon The memory of my ashes Will consolation be Then farewell Tuscarora And farewell Sir, to thee.