A CERTAIN Pasha, dead these thousand years, Once from his harem fled in sudden tears, And had this sentence on the city's gate Deeply engraven, "Only God is great." So those four words above the city's noise Hung like the accents of an angel's voice, And evermore, from the high barbacan, Saluted each returning caravan. Lost is that city's glory. Every gust Lifts, with crisp leaves, the unknown Pasha's dust. And all is ruin -- save one wrinkled gate Whereon is written, "Only God is great." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DANTE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ENGLAND AND AMERICA: 1. ON A RHINE STEAMER by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ROSE OF PEACE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON SEEING AN OFFICER'S WIDOW DISTRACTED - ARREARS OF PENSION by MARY BARBER THE BURDEN OF A SIGH by LEVI BISHOP THE GOOD SAMARITAN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |