Nothing Remains by Ella Wheeler Wilcox — Read

Nothing remains of unrecorded ages / That lie in the silent cemetery time; / Their wisdom may have shamed our wisest sages, / Their glory may have been indeed sublime. / How weak do seem our strivings after power, / How poor the grandest efforts of our brains, / If out of all we are, in one short hour / Nothing remains.

Nothing remains but the Eternal Spaces, / Time and decay uproot the forest trees. / Even the mighty mountains leave their places, / And sink their haughty heads beneath strange seas / The great earth writhes in some convulsive spasms / And turns the proudest cities into plains. / The level sea becomes a yawning chasm- / Nothing remains.