I HEARD the rumbling guns. I saw the smoke, The unintelligible shock of hosts that still, Far off, unseeing, strove and strove again; And Beauty flying naked down the hill From morn to eve: and the stern night cried Peace! And shut the strife in darkness: all was still, Then slowly crept a triumph on the dark— And I heard Beauty singing up the hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD MAN by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER SCHOOLBOYS IN WINTER by JOHN CLARE ELEONORA; A PANEGYRICAL POEM by JOHN DRYDEN LATE LEAVES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SONNET: 148 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE HORSE AND HIS RIDER by JOANNA BAILLIE THE CONTRAST; THE STORMY SIDE by LEVI BISHOP |