DREAMING and looking seaward, No longer the warders wait, Guard of the Crescent banner, Gleaming on tower and gate, -- The banner unfurled by the Prophet, The banner in league with Fate. Nor boom the guns of the Fortress, When sunset airs blow free, While the warriors kneel, as the echoes Die over steppe and sea, -- Kneel and pray that the Moslem Lord of the world may be. Gone are the Turk, and the Crescent, And the Fortress of Khodja Bey; And lo! in their place, Odessa, And the Russ with a grander sway, -- The Russ and the Royal Eagle, That makes the Fate his prey! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PURPLE COW by FRANK GELETT BURGESS TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME by ROBERT HERRICK WEDDED (PROVENCAL AIR) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A MIDNIGHT MEDITATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE DEEPER FRIENDSHIP by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |