Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FALL OF WARSAW, by SARAH LOUISA P. SMITH First Line: Through warsaw there is weeping Last Line: Breathe a blessing o'er the slain! Subject(s): Warsaw, Poland | ||||||||
THROUGH Warsaw there is weeping, And a voice of sorrow now, For the hero who is sleeping, With death upon his brow; The trumpet-tone will waken No more his martial tread, Nor the battle-ground be shaken, When his banner is outspread! Now let our hymn Float through the aisle, Faintly and dim, Where moonbeams smile, Sisters, let our solemn strain Breathe a blessing o'er the slain! There's a voice of grief in Warsaw, The mourning of the brave O'er the chieftain who is gather'd Unto his honour'd grave; Who now will face the foeman? Who break the tyrant's chain? Their bravest one lies fallen, And sleeping with the slain. Now let our hymn Float through the aisle, Faintly and dim, Where moonbeams smile; Sisters, let our dirge be said Slowly o'er the sainted dead! There's a voice of woman weeping In Warsaw heard to-night, And eyes close not in sleeping, That late with joy were bright; No Festal torch is lighted, No notes of music swell; Their country's hope was blighted. When that son of freedom fell! Now let our hymn Float through the aisle, Faintly and dim, Where moonbeams smile; Sisters, let our hymn arise Sadly to the midnight skies! And a voice of love undying, From the tomb of other years, Like the west wind's summer sighing, It blends with manhood's tears; It whispers not of glory, Nor fame's unfading youth, But lingers o'er a story Of young affection's truth. Now let our hymn Float through the aisle, Faintly and dim, Where moonbeams smile; Sisters, let our solemn strain Breathe a blessing o'er the slain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KING'S JEWEL by PHOEBE CARY THE LAST TEN OF THE FOURTH REGIMENT by JULIUS MOSEN THE RETREAT FROM MOSCOW by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY TRYING TO CATCH UP by GARY GILDNER SHE SAID 'NO' TO ME, FR. FOUR HAIKUS FROM POLAND by TAD KIELCZEWSKI WARSAW by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE I WOULD NEVER KNEEL by SARAH LOUISA P. SMITH STANZAS by SARAH LOUISA P. SMITH |
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