I LOOKED one night, and there Semiramis, With all her mourning doves about her head, Sat rocking on an ancient road of Hell, Withered and eyeless, chanting to the moon Snatches of song they sang to her of old Upon the lighted roofs of Nineveh. And then her voice rang out with rattling laugh: "The bugles! they are crying back again -- Bugles that broke the nights of Babylon, And then went crying on through Nineveh. Stand back, ye trembling messengers of ill! Women, let go my hair: I am the Queen, A whirlwind and a blaze of swords to quell Insurgent cities. Let the iron tread Of armies shake the earth. Look, lofty towers: Assyria goes by upon the wind!" And so she babbles by the ancient road, While cities turned to dust upon the Earth Rise through her whirling brain to live again -- Babbles all night, and when her voice is dead Her weary lips beat on without a sound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MNEMOSYNE by TRUMBULL STICKNEY WHEN HE EMERGED by MARGARET AHO TWO SONGS FROM THE PERSIAN: 1 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IMITATRIX ALES by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS IN A CITY PARK by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |