You who never saw the sun-flamed hills, The morning's opaled skies, The valley in the moonlight bathed, The evening's purple dyes; Who never heard the mocker flood The southern night with song, The music of the vesper bells Drift mist-wreathed streams along; And yet who came in darkness on The beauty few have found, In silence to the knowledge that The spheres are music-bound -- You who saw the great injustice done, As only soul-eyes can, And cried against the Strong and Great, And for the Underman: To you who shamed our cowardice, Who nerved us to be brave, The Angel of our childhood's dreams Be evermore your Slave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR DECORATION DAY: 1898-1899 by RUPERT HUGHES HOME by LEONIDAS OF ALEXANDRIA THE BIRTH SONG OF CHRIST by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MISTRESS; A SONG by JOHN WILMOT FRIENDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MINSTREL OF THE SUN by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE RAILWAY BOOM, 1845 by T. BAKER |