As a gold and scarlet sunset Glories a somber day, So sun-bright acts illumine Dull hours, drive them away. The date of the deed? Who recks it? Such moments are timeless things. Of old, Leonidas thrills us, He travels on Fame's wide wings. The date of the deed? Ah! nothing! Count it by tears or cheers, For the men who die for Country Have naught to do with the years! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ALEXANDER CRUMMELL - DEAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AFTER APPLE PICKING by ROBERT FROST BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE by WALT WHITMAN |