O DEMON War! thou hast been absent long. In dusty caverns thou dost bide thy time, Girding thy strength in that Plutonian clime For fiendish coming forth with savage song. Thy red hand is but hid. It waxes strong, While Peace, the minstrel maid with voice sublime, Drowns out thy mutterings with silver chime, Enchanting all her worship-blinded throng. She yet shall sing for many a dulcet day In honied notes her soft, inspiring bars, But when thou comest, War, a wild dismay Shall seize her heart at sight of thy old scars; And she will flee, her hair in disarray, While thy fierce thunder mounts unto the stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARLY MORN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SANDS OF DEE by CHARLES KINGSLEY CENTENNIAL MEDITATION OF COLUMBIA by SIDNEY LANIER TO A WOMAN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SONNET: 5 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |