The Burning Building, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

The Burning Building

Unearthly monster that with fiery eyes
    In anger glaring
Mocks sullenly the looks and hopeless cries
    Of deep despairing,
Art thou a demon from whose evil heart
    Roll fire and ashes
'Till to destruction every writhing part
    Thine anger dashes?
Morn saw thy walls in strength and beauty stand
    And rich with treasure,
Eve shall behold thy smoldering ashes fanned
    In fiendish pleasure.
With crash on crash, the solid hold gives way
    Of beam and rafter
While the fierce flames devour their helpless prey
    With mocking laughter,
Great oceans lock the gates along their shores
    While blazing structures totter
Rivers and lakes are sealed though man implores
    The blessed boon of water,
Cool clouds float overhead but powerless all
    The raindrops beating--
None saw the mystic writing on the wall
    'Till Hope's defeating.
A hurried sound, the victor's final blow
    Resounding loudly,
A death-like hush and all is lying low
    That rose so proudly;
Blighted and blasted like a fragile flower
    Consumed e'en as it flashes,
Unconquered foe, recorded is thy power
    In dust and ashes.
Ah! Still the hand that on Belshazzar's walls
    Doomed grandeur's station
In lines of flame on human glory falls
    With plain interpretation;
Lo, thus shall perish with consuming heat
    All earthly treasure
Before whose ashes yet shall pause the feet
    Of reckless pleasure.

poems.one - Martha Lavinia Hoffman

Martha Lavinia Hoffman