@3Suggested by a passage in Mr. Valentine Chirol's the 'Far Eastern Question'@1 Silenced the streets with sand of holy hue, Shrouded the curious houses with faint sheen Of silk and broid'ry, which for months between These awful feasts none but the moth dare view; The Son of Heaven, the Unutterable Kwang Hsu, Borne in his lofty-looming palanquin, By slaves who, if they stumble, die unseen, Flits like a ghost through midnight -- what to do? The West stands clamouring outside his door: We plan division of his lands and fame, Yet hold Heredity for proven Truth. To pray to his great Fathers gone before, -- Might not Marc Brutus once have done the same? -- Goes that spoiled, wretched, and mysterious youth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING WORDS OF STONEWALL JACKSON by SIDNEY LANIER IF THE POETS HAD FEARED THE ADVERTISERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS NOVEMBER 4TH, 1937 by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) THE ARTIST PHILOSOPHER by DAISY MAUD BELLIS PHILEMON by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS PETITION (2) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE A NON-WANDER SONG by BERTON BRALEY |