(After the Prussian Invasion of Belgium) 'INSTIGATOR of the ruin - Whichsoever thou mayst be Of the masterful of Europe That contrived our misery - Hear the wormwood-worded greeting From each city, shore, and lea Of thy victims: "Conqueror, all hail to thee!" 'Yea: "All hail!" we grimly shout thee That wast author, fount, and head Of these wounds, whoever proven When our times are throughly read. "May thy loved be slighted, blighted, And forsaken," be it said By thy victims, "And thy children beg their bread!" 'Nay: a richer malediction! - Rather let this thing befall In time's hurling and unfurling On the night when comes thy call; That compassion dew thy pillow And bedrench thy senses all For thy victims, Till death dark thee with his pall.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CASTLE OF CHILLON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON TO A DISTANT FRIEND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE STAIR by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THOUGHTS NEAR ASHAMPSTEAD AERODROME, HARVEST-TIME by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB SARCOPSYLLA PENETRANS by ALTA WRENWICK BROWN |