NOW backward the founts of the sacred streams are driven, All's o'erturned and Justice becomes but as Wrong. Crook'd grow man's counsels, and Faith in God's sight given Fails that aforetime was strong. But of us now songs shall be other, new fame shall crown our days, Yea for Woman also comes her hour of praise, Woman no more shall be made a thing of shame in song. And @3they@1 shall be silenced, the bards of old that chide us, Harping still their stories of false brides that fell. Well that the Singer, Apollo, hath denied us Song and the lyre's magic spell! Else our tongues had given Man answer, and loud our lips had rolled Strains to challenge his. Ay, well the years of old Many a tale of the deeds 'twixt us and Man could tell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A MAN TO A WOMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THADDEUS STEVENS by PHOEBE CARY WINTER SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FRAGMENTS OF A POEM ON THE EXCELLENCE OF CHRISTIANITY by JAMES HAY BEATTIE |