Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume II/Changes in London
CHAPTER XXIX.
CHANGES IN LONDON.
The presence of perpetual change
Is ever on the earth;
To-day is only as the soil
That gives to-morrow birth.
Where stood the tower, there grows the weed;
Where stood the weed, the tower:
No present hour its likeness leaves
To any future hour.
Of each imperial city built
Far on the Eastern plains,
A desert waste of tomb and sand
Is all that now remains.
Our own fair city filled with life,
Has yet a future day,
When power, and might, and majesty,
Will yet have passed away.
In Blanchard