@3THE gods lean down And look upon the plain, And laugh among themselves ... And laugh again!@1 There on the plain The dust of cities blows ... What cities, and how long forgot? Who knows? Proud, unremembered Palaces of kings Are on the careless wind That croons and sings. And there again Where ancient cities grew, And passed—man builds And dreams that he builds new. From dust of monuments Once fair to see, He lifts new towers— To eternity! @3The gods lean down And look upon the plain, And laugh among themselves ... And laugh again!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSFORMATION by CARL SANDBURG LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA SONNET - REALITIES: 1 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS VAIN TEARS, FR. THE QUEEN OF CORINTH by JOHN FLETCHER THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EPITAPH ON SUSANNAH BARBAULD MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE CONCLUSION OF A LETTER TO THE REV. MR. C --. by MARY BARBER |