JUST these two words beneath a little spray Still freshly green, and tipped with brilliant red; What wonder should they snatch my faith away? Such noble birth! can it be credited? Ay! this has sprung from Glory's very heart, Who gave it to me plucked it from the mound; I see and press what somehow had its part With those who made the spot immortal ground. No stony relic; daily breath it drew In airs that blew two thousand years ago; Over the deathless hundred ninety-two, The green of victory budded into glow. 'T is a rich life-drop that I look upon, The ruddy fruit of blood-sown Marathon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADEIRA FROM THE SEA by SARA TEASDALE SENCE YOU WENT AWAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SONNET: 27 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 42. AL-JAMIL by EDWIN ARNOLD OUR FATHER'S CARE by IVA TEMPLE CARTWRIGHT |