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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.

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Arthur Henry Adams

Arthur Henry Adams (6 June 1872 – 4 March 1936) was a journalist and author. He started his career in New Zealand, though he spent most of it in…

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