WEEP not for Scio's children slain; Their blood, by Turkish falchions shed, Sends not its cry to Heaven in vain For vengeance on the murderer's head. Though high the warm red torrent ran Between the flames that lit the sky, Yet, for each drop, an armed man Shall rise, to free the land, or die. And for each corpse, that in the sea Was thrown, to feast the scaly herds, A hundred of the foe shall be A banquet for the mountain birds. Stern rites and sad, shall Greece ordain To keep that day, along her shore, Till the last link of slavery's chain Is shivered, to be worn no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SOLOMON TO SHEBA by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE COMING OF WISDOM WITH TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS JUST & UNJUST by CHARLES SYNGE CHRISTOPHER BOWEN |