The earth is weary of our foolish wars. Her hills and shores were shaped for lovely things, Yet all our years are spent in bickerings Beneath the astonished stars. April by April laden with beauty comes, Autumn by Autumn turns our toil to gain, But hand at sword hilt, still we start and strain To catch the beat of drums. Knowledge to knowledge adding, skill to skill, We strive for others' good as for our own -- And then, like cavemen snarling with a bone, We turn and rend and kill. . . . With life so fair, and all too short a lease Upon our special star! Nay, love and trust, Not blood and thunder shall redeem our dust. Let us have peace! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS MEETING AND PASSING by ROBERT FROST LONDON VOLUNTARIES: 3. SCHERZANDO by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS; ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS .. DURING SERVICE by CHARLES SPRAGUE CIRCE by AUGUSTA DAVIES WEBSTER TO MICHAL: SONNETS AFTER MARRIAGE: 8. AFTER RONSARD by CHARLES WILLIAMS |