WE climbed the hill where from Samaria's crown In marble majesty once looked away Toward Hermon, white beneath the Syrian day; And lo, no vestige of the old renown. Save a long colonnade bescarred and brown, Remained to tell of Herod's regal sway, The gold, the gauds, the imperial display, He heaped on Judah's erewhile princely town. Ruin was riotous; decay was king; An olive -root engript the topmost stone As tho it clutched and crusht the thing called fame; Seemed as a fragile wind-flower petal blown Into the void, the past's vain glorying, And Herod but the shadow of a name! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THURSDAY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS STANZAS; HOOD'S LAST POEM by THOMAS HOOD CHICAGO [OCTOBER 8-10, 1871] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO - (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 4. THE FOUNTAIN OF LIFE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TO NATURE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH ON MR. CHURCHILL'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY (NOVEMBER 30, 1944) by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |