YOU scorn us? You dream we are ready to yield Our realm at the threat of your armies afield? @3You,@1 race of wild rovers or forests your home When @3we@1 towered resplendent ere Athens or Rome? — Our grandeurs of old we can never forget, And the Mede and the Persian abide with us yet. From the gulfs of the south to Tehrân and Tabriz' We are rousing from sleep and submission and ease; Is it just to assail us, yet hardly awake, When we need all our valor and vigor to break The bonds that have kept us in weakness and wrong? — Away with your dirges and cheer us with song! For by our Avesta, that gospel of God Leading upward the soul to His crystal abode; By thy columns, Persepolis, crowning the plain Where age after age saw thy glorious reign; By the snow of Elburz'; by the Sun in the sky; By Ormuzd and Allah — our rule shall not die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CUPBOARD by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS (A CAT'S TALE, WITH ADDITIONS) by ELIZA LEE CABOT FOLLEN TO A WILD DUCK by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON THE ETERNAL TRIANGLE by EMMA BOWERS THE COMING HUNS by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV EPIGRAM ON SAID OCCASION by ROBERT BURNS ARISTOMENES by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |