In skies washed over with bright amethyst The moon rides keen and golden and the dale At other hours so pastoral and pale, On Sedan's anniversary is kissed By a low mystery of moon-drenched mist That is far lovelier than in any tale Read of in Arthur's day. Now not a sail Doth in the motions of the sea enlist! The darkling down and the deserted sea Shut out my birth-land. Yet, an ageing man, I hear the cannon of long-past Sedan, And, O my France, fighting like serpent curled, Wonder what Fate is now in store for thee, For England, and for man, and for the World! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SQUIRE BOWLING GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BALLAD MADE AT THE REQUEST OF HIS MOTHER .. PRAY TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON THE END OF THE WORLD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW GREENWOOD CEMETERY by CRAMMOND KENNEDY EVENING IN ENGLAND by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE |