A band a-playing, a few sooty rods Of London garden in a foggy cloud, Mill's effigy and Forster's for sole gods, Pale workmen, a tired crowd. Ah, but the dullest scene is often rife With gleams and visions and bewitching power To charm the flagging fancies back to life, So now, at this dead hour, The drums confer, according to old use, In low, restrained, yet strangely thrilling ways, Then, like armed Pallas from the brain of Zeus, Leaps forth the Marseillaise! Song that was framed where my forefather dwelt! As thrills the Clansman when old pibrochs shrill, I bred in Saxon schools, I nowise Celt, To thee again I thrill! The dark-faced rabbles of the past arise— Maenads and beggars in untoward rags, Exalted faces, fierce ideal eyes, And a Republic's flags! O'er the huge rounded cobbles of the street, By the gaunt beetling houses, in a throng, They march and pass with bare but steadfast feet, And mouths rotund in song! The tocsin shrills: the kennel underneath Blackens with blood: there's blood in dew and rain: All things are sullied with the crimson death Save that august refrain! You cannot say of tide or fire 'they err,' Or predicate of joy and anger shame; Laughter and tempest are commingled here, Billows and wrath and flame! And if to some this song that greatly comes Out of the past bring but a tale of wars, Of sweating horses and of roaring drums, Sword-strokes and heroes' scars, To some it brings, not these, but man's old rage For Truth, Peace, Justice, Life's auguster plan, The poor man's hope, the meek man's heritage, Not France alone, but Man! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 13. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS by JOHN MILTON EDEN BOWER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER FRENCH REVOLUTION; AS IT APPEARED TO ENTHUSIASTS AT ITS COMMENCEMENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO THE SOLITUDE OF FONTENAY by GUILLAUME AMFRYE THE STORY OF FIORDISPINA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO THE MIRROR by THEODORE AUBANEL |