HE comes again! His rough-shod feet Familiar here, in field and street, Have led him back to tread once more The paths he knew before the war. The tasks that he takes up again Are humble now, as they were then; But, look you! on his swarthy brow There shines a new-won glory now. He craves no favor, makes no plea, But this his proper speech might be: "I speak not Anglaice verra wal; But while I was away, een Hal, I deed som' leetla theeng or two Dat made me mooch more lika you. Dere was a time you call me 'Wop.' But now I ask you, please, to stop. My tongue ees Wop, but -- God be thank'! -- My hands an' heart an' soul ees Yank!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL APPELLATE JURISDICTION by MARIANNE MOORE FRIENDS BEYOND by THOMAS HARDY ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY: THE HYMN by JOHN MILTON LOVE AND TIME by WALTER RALEIGH FOUR SONNETS: 4 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN |