To-night, though every kind of poison sap The sinews of thy strength, though the brave throb Of thy firm heart grow faint, though traitors rob Thy goddess' image of the old crimson cap, Though Frenzy Reason's brain of brain entrap, While Gown and Sword and the loud obscene mob Hunt one Brave Man, whose warning like the sob Of martyrs, jarred upon brute ears, mayhap; To-night, O France, because, despite of all, He still stands uncondemned, a freeman yet, We hold our peace. Tomorrow thou mayst save Thine honour. May thy lovers then forget Blind justice, the sword's shadow on the wall, And thine enslaving amour with the Slav! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER THE FABRIC OF LIFE by KAY RYAN THE RIVER-MERCHANT'S WIFE: A LETTER by LI PO THE TWO ANGELS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE DESERTED LOVER CONSOLETH HIMSELF ... by THOMAS WYATT |