MEN deemed thee fallen, did they? fallen like Rome, Coiled into self to foil a Vandal throng: Not wholly shorn of strength, but vainly strong; Weaned from thy fame by a too happy home, Scanning the ridges of thy teeming loam, Counting the flocks, humming thy harvest song, Callous, because thyself secure, 'gainst wrong, Behind the impassable fences of the foam! The dupes! Thou dost but stand erect, and lo! The nations cluster round; and while the horde Of wolfish backs slouch homeward to their snow, Thou, 'mid thy sheaves in peaceful seasons stored, Towerest supreme, victor without a blow, Smilingly leaning on thy undrawn sword! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA GODS: 3 by HILDA DOOLITTLE TO COLIN CLOUT by ANTHONY MUNDAY IDYLL 11. THE CYCLOPS by THEOCRITUS THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON A LADY'S WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD I'D BE A BUTTERFLY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 17 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TO HARRY ELLIS WOOLDRIDGE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 29 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |