The Balance
The world upheld their pillars for awhile - Now, where imperial On and Memphis stood, The hot wind sifts across the solitude The sand that once was wall and peristyle, Or furrows like the main each desert mile, Where ocean-deep above its ancient food Of cities fame-forgot, the waste is nude, Traceless as billows of each sunken pile. Lo! for that wrong shall vengeance come at last, When the devouring earth, in ruin one With royal walls and palaces undone, And sunk within the desolated past, Shall drift, and winds that wrangle through the vast Immingle it with ashes of the sun.
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"The world upheld their pillars for awhile -..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Clark Ashton Smith delivers a powerful performance in "The Balance"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...