Arthur Henry Adams

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


One moment mankind rides the crested wave, 
A moment glorious, beyond recall; 
And then the wave, with slow and massive fall, 
Obliterates the beauty that it gave. 
When discrowned king and manumitted slave 
Are free and equal to be slaves of all, 
Democracies in their wide freedom brawl, 
And go down shouting to a common grave. 
So one by one the petals of the rose 
Shrivel and fade, and all its splendour goes 
Back to the earth; and in her arms embraced 
Through wintry centuries the dead seeds sleep 
Till spring comes troubling them, and they unleap, 
Once more their petals on the world to waste.