THE TROJAN WOMEN, BIRMINGHAM REPERTORY THEATRE, APRIL 1918 SHADES, that our town-fellows have come To hear rewake for Christendom This cleansing of a Pagan wrong In flowing tides of tragic song, -- You shadows that the living call To walk again the Trojan wall, -- You lips and countenance renewed Of an immortal fortitude, -- Know that, among the silent rows Of these our daily town-fellows, Watching the shades with these who bring But mortal ears to this you sing, There somewhere sits the Greek who made This gift of song, himself a shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE THE LISBON PACKET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE TEACHER by LESLIE PINCKNEY HILL HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: MARSH SONG - AT SUNSET by SIDNEY LANIER LOVE'S RESURRECTION DAY by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON TO THE MAN-OF-WAR-BIRD by WALT WHITMAN SONG OF SEID NIMETOLLAH OF KUHISTAN by AMIR NURU'D-DIN NI'MATU'LLAH |