Empire's Destiny

Bab-ilu's women gazed upon our spears, And roses flung, and sang to see us ride. We built a glory for the marching years And starred our throne with silver nails of pride. Our horses' hoofs were shod with brazen fears: We laved our hands in blood and iron tears, And laughed to hear how shackled kings had died.

Our chariots awoke the sleeping world; The thunder of our hoofs the mountains broke; Before our spears were empires' banners furled Amd death and doom and iron winds were hurled, And slaughter rode before, and clouds and smoke— Then in the desert lands the tribes awoke And death and vengeance 'round our walls were whirled.

Oh Babylon, lost Babylon! Where now The opal altar and the golden spire, The tower and the legend and the lyre? Oh, withered fruit upon a broken bough! The sobbing desert winds still whisper how The sapphire city of the gods' desire Fell in the smoke and crumbled in the fire; And lizards bask upon her columns now.

Now poets sing her golden glory gone; And Babylon has faded with the dawn.