Chaos! that coincides with this militant purpose. Chaos! the heart of this earnest malignancy. Chaos! that helps, chaos that gives to shatter Mind-wrought, mind-unimagining energies For topless ill, of dynamite and iron. Soulless logic, inventive enginery. Now you have got the peace-faring @3Lusitania@1, Germany's gift — all earth they would give thee, Chaos. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN WOODS by ANNA M. ACKERMANN ON SEEING THE SUN SHINE ... MY WINDOW FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE YEAR by LUCY AIKEN CHANNING by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT DELAY by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE LAST MAN: DREAM OF DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 2, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE EVERLASTING GOD by EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH |