At Kamakura: 1917
By Arthur Davison Ficke
The world shakes with the terrible tramp of war
And the foe’s menace swirls through every sea.
But here the Buddha still broods ceaselessly
In hush more real than our strange tumults are.
Here where the fighting hosts of long ago
Once clashed and fell, here where the armored hordes
Razed the great city with their flashing swords,
Now only waves flash, only breezes blow.