IN Athens of old when the women wailed of war To the magic of melody wrought of a mighty one, The folk who listened grudged him the fitting meed, Missed the meaning, blind to a higher deed Than any deed of the sword beneath the sun; Message of ruth sung in that place of yore. To-day, with the world shaken with turmoil and tears, Peace but a homeless dream by a fireless shrine And clash of armies louder than all the seas, First prize goes to the wise Euripides Bidding us heed, in deathless line upon line, Sorrow and pity and love, across the years! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE NEAR CALAIS [AUGUST 1802] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 7. ON THE USE OF POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE THE GOLDEN YEAR! by ALFRED AUSTIN PSALM 36. DIXIT INJUSTUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |