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