Niké of Samothrace, Thy godlike wings Cleft windy space Above the ships of kings. Fain of thy lips, By hope made glorious, Time kissed thy grand, Greek face Away from us. Our Niké has no wings; She has not known Clean heights, and from her lips Comes starvèd moan. Mints lie that coin her grace, And Time will hate her face, For it has turned the world's hope Into stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HUNDRED COLLARS by ROBERT FROST OUR COUNTRY'S CALL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): AMOR OMNIPOTENS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 33. LOVE KEEPS ALL THINGS IN ORDER by PHILIP AYRES THE PRAYER OF BRUTUS by MARCUS JUNIUS BRUTUS |