And so again an evil darkness falls Upon the world, upon the dreams of men; The drums beat mournfully, the trumpet calls, We take our places, we shall fight again, Knowing the good will triumph in the end; Yea, in the end, far-off, beyond our time, Men shall move in a great light, none will bend His knee to any master, nor will crime Stain the most glorious banner, nor a lie Corrupt the lips of those who guide our feet: Obscure, rejected, you are not to die; Patiently hear the heart of truth beat, And wait as, quieting his noble rage, Blind Milton waited for another age. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIGHT OF THE ARMSTRONG PRIVATEER by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE SONNET by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) POLYHYMNIA: DEDICATION TO THE COUNTESS OF LINDSEY by WILLIAM BASSE A TRANSCRIPTION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN BOZEN OF A SUNDAY by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE BLUES; A LITERARY ECLOGUE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON GERTRUDE OF WYOMING; OR, THE PENNSYLVANIAN COTTAGE: 3 by THOMAS CAMPBELL |