Arthur Henry Adams

Here you will find the Poem Nemesis of poet Arthur Henry Adams

Nemesis

All things must fade. There is for cities tall 
The same tomorrow as for daffodils: 
Time's wind, that casts the seed, the petal spills. 
Grim London's ruined arches yet shall fall 
Back to the arms of Earth. A quiet pall 
The mother draws over those she loves--and kills; 
And though brief nations vaunt their upstart wills, 
The nemesis of grass shall cover all. 
So--from a caravan to Mecca bound 
Getting no more than one incurious glance-- 
Tremendous Babylon, thrice-girt with walls, 
Sick of her thousand years of arrogance, 
With a few tamarisks upon a mound 
Her epigraph upon the desert scrawls.